cookies that advocate

I talked to Mr. Budget Cutter
on the phone.
We are still trying to
save Miss Britt.
He was nice.
He explained things well.
He is a good person.
I liked him, actually.
But still......
we needed to kick it up
a notch, if you
know what I mean.
And I think you do.
Yes, the cookies.

We decided to go straight
to the good stuff.
Oatmeal.
GREAT VALUE Oatmeal, at that.
Good old fashioned chocolate
chip oatmeal cookies.

With cinnamon.
NO raisins.
NO nuts.
Lots of chocolate.

Bugg's face of approval.
These cookies were so
deliciously perfect
to take to the head honcho.
These were going to
make him remember
his young boyhood days
at home when his mama
would have oatmeal cookies
on the table when he got home from school.
We'd get him right where we wanted him.

His heart melting
at the taste of these cookies,
his soul softening at the sight of Bugg,
his mind recalling only
that he wanted to keep Miss Britt.

We wrapped the cookies up special.
Wrote a sweet note.
I gelled Bugg's curls to their cutest.
We wheeled into Mr. Budget Cutter's office.
And.....
he wasn't there.
(even after specifically calling to make sure that he'd be there!)

However, it was cool
because we got to meet another
head honcho who was gracious and
awesome and even knew who
we were.
Apparently, Bugg & his mama have been discussed.
Ahem. That's good, right?