Sugar, Sugar
Mommy makes me and Judy stay with the shopping cart when we're at the A&P. We can't go down the candy aisle by ourselves, which means I have to fish around the shelves for loose m&ms and Good & Plentys when she's not looking. Once when I was on my hands and knees, I saw a mouse. He stared right at me. I never eat anything that's wet or has dirt on it. Only clean, dry candy. And not the kind that's wrapped in paper, like Tootsie Rolls or Mary Janes. They're too big for me to take without feeling like I'm doing something wrong. And they make my face hurt from all that chewing. Judy always gets nervous about the candy. She thinks it's stealing. "It's free if it's not in the package anymore," I tell her. "You're gonna get in trouble," she says. I guess I feel a little guilty, but I still keep doing it. I love candy. On Friday when we were at the A&P, there was no loose candy anywhere. I even checked the aisle w...