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"Cookies"

Discussion in 'The Lighter Side' started by Glockdude1, Jul 10, 2006.

  1. Glockdude1

    Glockdude1 Federal Member CLM

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    "Cookies"

    An elderly man lay dying in his bed. Nearing the final curtain, he
    suddenly smelled the aroma of his favorite chocolate chip cookies wafting
    up the stairs. He gathered his remaining strength, and lifted himself
    from the bed.

    Leaning against the wall, he slowly made his way out of the bedroom, and
    with even greater effort forced himself down the stairs, gripping the
    railing with both hands. With labored breath, he leaned against the
    door-frame, gazing into the kitchen.

    Were it not for death's agony, he would have thought himself already in
    heaven: there, spread out upon newspapers on the kitchen table were
    literally hundreds of his favorite chocolate chip cookies.

    Was it heaven? Or, was it one final act of heroic love from his devoted
    wife, seeing to it that he left this world a happy man?

    Mustering one great final effort, he threw himself toward the table,
    landing on his knees in a rumpled posture. His parched lips parted; the
    wondrous taste of the cookie was already in his mouth; seemingly bringing him back to life.

    The aged and withered hand, shakingly made its way to a cookie at the
    edge of the table, when it was suddenly smacked with a spatula by his
    wife. "Stay out of those!!!" she said,

    "They're for the funeral."

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