Frank was so tired that he instantly fell asleep, and his head plopped into the soup bowl.
“Do you think he’s out?” Harold asked.
“Is who out?” Darrell asked as he chased a fly around the room.
“All we have to do now is wait a little while longer, and then he’ll be ready to prepare,” Gerald said.
“Mmmm, yes, I’ve always wanted to see how cat tasted. I wonder who we’ll attract next time with our new and improved stew,” Harold said.
-Sorry, Frank is going to be the new soup ingredient. THE END-
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