Doubled over with the pain of hunger, Jack leaned against a wall for support as he made his way to the kitchen, blinded by the overpowering need to eat. He groaned, nearing the kitchen door.
Suddenly, he stopped short. There was noise coming from the kitchen. Jack listened in, hearing the shuffling of feet and the clinking of pans, plates, and glasses. Who the hell could that have been? Wasn't the house empty when he looked around? Jack puzzled until he remembered the warning on the note. Beware the Raccoon. Could this be that very same specter of warning that he should beware?
Cautiously, Jack peeked his head around the corner, almost salivating as he caught a faceful of the most wonderful smell he had ever been privvy to in his life... the smell of freshly-cooked food. And lots of it. Opening his eyes, he sees...
Mon Sep 24 22:51:30 2001