I look at the Cheerios in my cereal bowl. The Cheerios look back, with opened mouth horror, as I chew on the friends that were just beside them. The rest left wondering if they will be in the next spoonful. I turn back to BoB to add another post, letting the remaining Cheerios wait in the bowl… giving them a momentary reprieve… letting them have hope… thus making my next spoonful that much more satisfying.
