Lifting the red and white checkered napkin, Jonathan discovers that
the basket is filled with goodies. He lifts the basket out of the
refrigerator, and takes the bottle of milk too. He kicks the door shut
behind him.
"Time for a snack," he said, and noting that the basket resembled a
picnic basket Jonathan quipped, "I'm smarter than the average bear!"
At this point the average bear would be whimpering and high tailing it
out the kitchen, out of the house and probably out of the country.
The scent of magic hung heavily around Jonathan, but he remained
oblivious to the fact that in his hands was something as - if not
more- dangerous than the H-bomb and Strontium 90 combined (fyi a
"dirty bomb").
He set the basket on the table and opened the bottle of milk. He knew
he should get a glass but instead he decided to drink straight out of
the bottle. He could fill the bottle back to its original level with
tap water and no one would ever know that he drank any milk. He
figured wadded up napkins would raise the level of goodies to hide the
fact that he had eaten as well. Jonathan grinned at his own
cleverness, as he licked his milk mustache off his mouth. He pulled
back the napkin and reached into the basket. Now which should he have
first? A gingerbread man? A muffin? A cake? A tart? Or maybe....