It’s too late mama…

It’s too late mama…
I ate it…
And I ate the wrapper too…
Funny, the wrapper tasted better than what was inside.
 
That apple pie was like a snake in my path…
I had to kill it…
I had to eat it…
So, I shook it until it was dead, and then I plunged my head right into the heart of it.
 
Let’s start back at the beginning…
You know that I was born a hound…
I’m going to eat anything…
So cut me some slack!
 
Oh, the deliciousness of that first bite…
Sometimes when I make a kill all that is left is fur and feathers…
In this case nothing at all…
 
Mama, I hope you can forgive me…
I can’t help myself…
My urges defy the rational…
But that apple pie sure tasted good.
 
Next time could you also leave out the ice cream?
 
I love you,
 
Annie