“Bricklebum? Are you at it again?” Thimble knocked at the door. He could hear a chewing, crunching sound on the other side. “Bricklebum? Bricklebum!” The critter jiggled the door handle open and raised his voice in alarm. “Bricklebum!”
There on the floor, the fat badger held the jar of cookies and biscuits, stuffing them in his face even as he was caught. “I can stop when I heck as well please.”
“You are disgusting,” the gopher stomped, swinging his riding crop around. “I arranged a whole diet for you, and you completely negated it.”
“If you wanted me to diet, you shouldn’t have made...