The cookie hogger

The Ransom

It was a misty late night past my bed time, between me and the cookie jar lay my mom guarding the cookie jar. Like cops with a search warrant. I jumped at her like a fly. She jumped at me like she was a mad mutant with a cross breed of a hungry jaguar, an angry gorilla, a determined Football champion, and a famous lady wrestler all combined! But as she won her property she hissed at me like all mom's do on there four legs. It was two weeks later she said I was not grounded anymore and said I was officially clean of my bad doings. But I was not going to forget the night I almost put my hands on that cookie jar. The cookie jar is just mocking me. It's like if it were in the walls staring at me which is kinda creepy but not really that much I mean it's a cookie jar for peat sake! If your scared of cookie jars I would never look at you the same as I would to the cookie jar. I was about hungry as an ant! Because I hadn't had breakfast or lunch this morning. So I went to try the old cookie jar again but my mom was there so I turned around and ordered some papa John's pizza. As I sat there thinking about how I was going to get a cookie from the jar. Some of you might say buy a cookie or make one. But when it comes to it I just don't like store cookies and if I wanted to make one I would be to small to even try and reach the stove. Even two stools wouldn't help and besides I don't even know how to even cook. Which led me to no other choice but to go back to the cookie jar. I told my mom I wasn't going to take it anymore and she hissed like a cobra. And sent me to boot camp for the rest of the summer. And told the administrator I was acting up because we can't reveal our powers.