“I have returned with company, and with donuts,” I informed them, after waiting for the cheers to die down. “I request a bargain.” “What bargain?” squeaked one of the mice, its identity obscured by the throng. “I will give you this bag of donuts,” I held up the Tim Horton’s bag, “the contents of which are a mystery even to me, if you will take it upstairs and stay there until such time as I give you leave or the evening meal arrives, whichever comes first.”
"Even to me," LOL.
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