Couch Cookie

“Mom, do you want to buy some Girl Scout Cookies®?” asked Kaylee.

“Sure, honey, I’d love to. Let’s see, I’ll buy three boxes of Peanut Butter Patties™ for your dad, one box of Caramel deLites™ for me, and two boxes of Thin Mints™ for the family.”

“Mom, I want to buy my own boxes of Thin Mints, so I can eat them all by myself,” said Chase, her little brother.

“Fine by me, as long as you pay the bill,” said his mom.

“No problem,” he said as he added his name to the list. “Thirteen boxes of Thin Mints. Chase. Brother. 836-4694.”

Time never passed more slowly for Chase than the weeks before his boxes of cookies arrived. Each day he asked Kaylee how much longer he had to wait. Each day her answer was the same. “They’ll get here when they get here. Be patient.”

When the day finally arrived and the cookies were delivered, Chase sat on the couch and opened his first box. These Thin Mints were absolutely divine! Mint after mint, bite after bite.

When he finished the first box, he threw it on the floor and ripped open another one. By the fifth box, he was so wrapped up in stuffing the cookies into his mouth he didn’t even taste the mint as he chewed. As he sat on the couch, he continued to stuff more and more Thin Mints into his mouth. Eventually, all thirteen boxes lay open and empty on the floor.

Chase’s mother walked into the room and let out a wail. “Chase, what’s happened to you?”

She got down next to the couch and looked into his eyes. Chase was no longer Chase. In his place sat a life-sized, flat Thin Mint cookie with beady eyes. The only things left to identify it as Chase were two stubby feet sticking out of the bottom of the cookie. The Thin Mint had Chase’s favorite tennis shoes.