"The great hunter stalks her prey." A little girl whispered as she crept forward. Peeking over the table, she slowly smiled. "With her prey in sight, the great hunter prepares to strike."
Creeping forward, the little girl made her way stealthily over to the kitchen counter. Glancing around fervently, she stood on the tip of her toes, reached up, and stretched her arm toward a plate of cookies.
"Clairie, what are you doing?" The little girl froze at the sound of her mother's voice. Slowly turning around, she looked up with wide eyes and gave her mother her brightest, most innocent smile.
"I'm checking to make sure that Rudolph can't reach the cookies. I know that chocolate chips are very bad for him, so wanted to be sure the plate was far enough from edge."
Clarie's mother stared at her daughter for a moment. "Rudolph is a dachshund."
"But he loves jumping! And cookies!" Clairie replied as she put out her hands. "If he decided that he really wanted those cookies, Ruldolph could find a way to get them. So I had to make sure he couldn't!"
With a tilt of her head, Clairie's mother began to smile.
"Are you really worried that he's going to find a way onto the counter?"
"Yes! Cookies are delicious, but he can't have these ones!"
"Very well, we'll have to remove the temptation then." Clairie's mother reached out and picked up the plate of cookies. Clairie rubbed her hands together eagerly. But then her mother walked over to the fridge and poured the cookies into a jar. "There we go," Clairie's mother said as she set the jar on top of the fridge, "Rudolph can't reach them here."
As her mother walked out of the kitchen, Clairie stared up at the jar. "With her prey out of reach, the great hunter must return without a snack..."
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