Tuesday Tiny Tale – Sunday Lunch

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The delightful scent of roast chicken wafted out from the kitchen. Grace liked visiting her cousins, Aunty was a great cook. Playing in the garden with the others, Grace kept an eye on the back door that led into the kitchen. No one was allowed in the kitchen when Aunty was cooking, she had been in there for ages, surely lunch would be ready soon…

‘Grace, come on, your turn.’

She grabbed the ball just in time, despite being weak with hunger.

At last the back door opened.

‘Everybody to the table, not through the kitchen, come in through the patio door, go and wash your hands then get yourselves sat at the table.’

Grace was first in, there was a scrabble to get to the table, handwashing forgotten about. She tried to squeeze in, but couldn’t find a space.

‘Millie, back out in the garden and take Grace with you, you’ve had your lunch.’

Somehow she and Millie found themselves on the wrong side of the patio doors. Grace was too polite to say anything as it wasn’t her home, but Millie did not hold back from voicing her opinion of her family.

‘Call that lunch, call that a meal, same old pile of biscuits I always get, not even a chocolate digestive or some Jaffa cakes.’

‘Oh I love Jaffa cakes,’ said Grace ‘I sometimes have them as a treat, well only one…’

‘Precisely, they eat a whole packet. Hey look, they left the back door open, come on.’

Grace didn’t think they were allowed in the kitchen, even when Aunty had finished cooking, but if Millie said it was okay…’

‘Come on Grace, we’re going to get the leftovers anyway, so why wait, I’m starving.’

Grace was bigger than Millie so she was proud she could help her cousin by reaching the counter top. In seconds they were sharing what was left of the chicken. Tender slivers of meat, crunchy legs, crispy skin and the most divine roast potatoes.

‘Hey Grace, see if you can reach the last two potatoes.’

It was a stretch and a bit of a jump and as she touched the potatoes Grace knocked the heavy carving tray that was already teetering on the edge. There was a deafening crash and Grace jumped in fright. She turned to Millie to ask if they should go back in the garden, but Millie had disappeared. Before she could slip out of the door she heard an awful scream and turned to see Aunty. The strange noise was coming out of Aunty’s mouth and her friendly face had been replaced by a red angry one. Grace thought it might be wise to get in the garden as quickly as possible, but the door had blown shut. Other grownups appeared in the kitchen and Aunty was now saying words.

‘Look what your dog’s been up to!’

23 thoughts on “Tuesday Tiny Tale – Sunday Lunch”

  1. This made me laugh! Your story reminded me of my previous guide dog Trigger. We where visiting my mum’s partner’s daughter and her family in Brighton, when suddenly there came a shout from the kitchen, “dad! the dog nearly got the chicken!”. Trigger was also famous for releeving my colleagues of their lunches if they happened to leave them too close to the edge of their desks, or in bags on the floor!

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  3. Oh, dear, I would not let my dogs read this! They are so polite that they don’t even clean the cat dishes left on the floor until they’ve been invited. On the other hand, we can’t leave a paper towel within reach of Molly or she will devour it.

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  4. I was pretty sure we were dealing with canines. We live in a more country setting and only have a few neighbors. We have an understanding that our dogs can come and go on each other’s property without any worries. We figure the pee and poop evens out in the long run. Sometimes, when I’m distracted with writing, I’ll look down and see that there is no sign of our dog, but the neighbor’s dog will be sleeping near my feet. 🤣

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  6. Haha..and there was me thinking it was the cats as I have never had a dog who did that but my cats do… I have to cover everything if I am defrosting meat a cloth is no good where my kittens are concerned 🙂

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  8. Evie would have been loved by those 2 – being a mongrel but mostly labrador stomach on greyhound legs she could easily have got the lot but probably wouldn’t have shared!

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