day twoninetyseven

See the wheels turning. I'm deciding in which order I will take out these final six Cheerios. It is the wait that is hardest for them. "Will he eat me next?" each asks. "And if so, will I die by being chomped by his four teeth, or by the perilous fall from the high chair to the floor, where my fate is to be crushed by his father's shoe?" Each option is as likely as the other.