Decided I wanted to bake.

Had the bright idea to quickly soften the butter outdoors in the sun,

Waited an hour or so, did some chores in the house.

Time to make the cookies…

Went outside to fetch the butter…

One stick was gone…

I should have known better.

My butter was thirty feet away.

Under the pines…

Ravaged,

The paper torn askew.

The butter exposed…

Chewed, gulped, swallowed and wallowed in. Bah!

I hope that ornery squirrel had a big bellyache.