Hesitantly she sat in front of the next bowl. It was slightly smaller and didn’t appear to have anything extra in it, but just to make sure she swirled the spoon around in the bottom of the dish. Her eyes widened as she tasted it, only sweetened with a teaspoon of honey and cream, it was just right.
“Yum!” she cried as she took one spoonful after another till finally she reached in to the bowl and “clank” all gone.
“Oh, I ate more than I thought,” She yawned.
“Maybe I could sit here just for a little while till I have more energy for walking”
Adjacent to the kitchen was the den complete with three chairs facing an old record player.
She climbed up on the biggest chair, “How could anyone sit on such a hard seat!”
Then she climbed on to the medium sized chair with a basket of yarn balancing on the arm,
“Ouch!” she cried. And found she had sat right on top of a pin.