The Cookie Thief

Riley McJunkin

I have a daughter named Alicia. Alicia was 16, and loved her cat Rocket. One day, she set out a plate of cookies that she would eat later. “Don’t eat them, Mom.”

“I promise.” I reassure her. “But, aren’t you worried about Rocket eating them?”

“Yeah, yeah. Rocket is in my room on the bed.” She waved her hand. “I’m going to the pool with some friends.”

“Have fun!” I sit on the couch and start to pay some taxes. Later, I heard a crash. “Uh-oh.” I thought. But before I could get up, I heard Alicia come home. She screamed. I ran over to her in the kitchen. She was shocked to see that the plate of cookies was on the ground, not shattered thankfully, and Rocket was sleeping right next to the plate. He had ate all of the cookies.