David glared at his daughter's birthday cake. He was only three days into another fad diet, but defeat seemed inevitable. With every passing moment, temptation was tightening its hold, refusing to let him go.
David glanced at the kitchen clock. It would be at least two hours before his family came home. This would give David ample time to frequent the local supermarket and cover his tracks. The perfect crime.
Using a large cake knife, David eagerly hacked off the sponge head of Kevin the Caterpillar and gorged on his sugary remains.
"Not today, quinoa," he muttered joyfully. "Not today."
David glanced at the kitchen clock. It would be at least two hours before his family came home. This would give David ample time to frequent the local supermarket and cover his tracks. The perfect crime.
Using a large cake knife, David eagerly hacked off the sponge head of Kevin the Caterpillar and gorged on his sugary remains.
"Not today, quinoa," he muttered joyfully. "Not today."
