Sweet, frosted temptation.

[saffronhare]

A big box of frosted cherry pop tarts has appeared on the kitchen table at work, in the position of items to which folks are encouraged to help themselves.

It is a sin among my people to let pop tarts go unloved and unconsumed. They are a gift from heaven. I mustn't spurn them.

EDIT: Weeping and lamentations. The box was empty. Oh, bittersweet! the joy of knowing that the pop tarts have been consumed by others who are grateful for such gifts from heaven. I like to think those frosted rectangles of cherry-filled goodness were fortunate enough to be lightly toasted, even. And the day goes on.

Comments

[capriciouslass.livejournal.com]

Awww. But I still have the ears and tail and everything!

lalalalalala

[saffronhare.livejournal.com]

Not Listening!