I had been longing the moment when I was able to devour yet another jar of my precious Nutella. I sprinted down my old, creaky wooden stairs into my beloved kitchen. Quickly my pale hand reached out to open one of my many large wooden cupboards. My heart fell to the floor as I realised that I had failed to restock my mandatory collection of perfect Nutella! My weak legs carried my fat body down into my old dirty basement as quick as possible. I could feel sweat trickle down my freckled face as I opened my protected safe. One, cold, painful tear ran down my sweaty face as I realised the much hated Nutella thief was on the loose!
