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Yorkshire Pudding

It was only as we were clearing away the dinner did we work out that Michael had eaten FOUR Yorkshire puddings with his roast chicken. ~ Ann Carter.

Yorkshire Pudding

It was only as we were clearing away the dinner did we work out that Michael had eaten FOUR Yorkshire puddings with his roast chicken. The cats were fawning over their new hero. He smelled delicious. And those pesky dogs were history.

They had also got to nibble on the chicken while he was engrossed with the gravy slithering down his chin onto his not-so-white-anymore shirt. They'd lick that clean later.

Earlier that day:

― Honey, What're we having for supper tonight?

― I dunno. You were the one who forgot to go to the store.

The Yorkshire puppies were yapping around her ankles.

― And these dogs need feeding... soon. Go see if there's any fresh kill on the road.

Alan called his son Michael to help him in the search. They went out with the puppies tripping over each other on the way.

... to be continued ...

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