My mother always said to “Keep yer grubby little hands out of me cookie jar!” I thought she was just trying to keep all of the cookies to herself, I was wrong. I was about 11 when I discovered this for myself. Like all small children, I wanted cookies. I waited in silence ‘til my mother looked away, snuck into the kitchen and put my hand into the jar… and then I screamed. It turns out it wasn't a jar at all, t’was a mimic! The moral of the story? Listen to your mother and maybe you’ll keep your fingers.
Sue Clayton
31/1/2021 03:30:44 am
Guess whatever was in the jar wasn't finger-licking good. Comments are closed.
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