Peanut Butter

I have only one love in my life, and that is peanut butter. Nothing could make me not want that delicious snack. I would have peanut butter everything. Peanut butter cookies, sandwiches, candy bars, you name it and I ate it. My mother would support my addiction by giving me one spoonful every day unless I was sneaky and took more without her knowing. Even my dogs had their own jar that my parents would give them as a treat and watch them smack their little dog tongues against the roof of their mouths. I honestly do anything for peanut butter even if it were to hurt me.
It started out calm and still like any other day in the life of a small Sam. Zoom zoom, I ran around the house in my little red cape and orange Dora dress. Something was different though; the living room floor seemed to be all torn up. “What is going on here?” I wondered. “We’re reflooring the old wood.” my dad responded. As my dad said his last word I was already on my way to the kitchen. I Stood in the doorway and gazed. The counter was …show more content…
While my parents were busy working in the living room I went to the kitchen and detected that the counter was still blocked by that over glorified fishbowl. The true boss battle had begun. I scaled the side of the counter to make my way to the countertop and I dragged myself down what seems to be a cold granite tunnel. After a long journey I finally reached the cupboard. I saw that small red jar of my favorite snack and checked inside. Nothing. Not even a morsel was left. I silently mourned the loss of my beloved food. I make my way back down the freezing path but as I’m descending I make one fatal mistake. Me wearing my cute little orange Dora dress hurdled down from the edge of the counter space. My bare skin skid against the sharp glass angle on the corner of the aquarium. I could feel the hot red liquid streaming down my teeny leg. I’ve lost the