An old man is going through a box of chocolates on the dining room counter. All his favorites are taken. He tries to decide between coconut or cluster. He can't. He mutters something about how this always happens. He wishes he had his own box with only ones he likes in it.
His wife is baking sugar cookies in the kitchen. The smell wafts through the house. She has cookie cutters set out for when they are done baking. She loves making shapes out of cookies. She has a christmas tree and a santa and a star. Her favorite is santa. She has small colored candies to put on them. She likes how pretty they look when she is done.
Her grandsons are in the living room. They are watching Roadrunner on television. They are laughing at Wile E. Coyote as she brings in the fresh baked cookies. They quickly snatch them up. Her husband comes in from the dining room. He complains that all his favorite chocolates are gone. She offers him a cookie. They both sit down with their grandsons to eat cookies and laugh at Wile E Coyote.
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