Cookie say: Eat me.
But me try. Me sit on me hands. Me hum "C is for Cookie" very slow. Me watch clock. Clock move like snail with sore foot.
Friend was right. (Don't tell friend me said that.) Warm cookie fall apart in me mouth like delicious crumbly cloud. It was not just cookie. It was experience . Cookie Monster
Posted by Cookie Monster on Wednesday, 11:47 AM
Three... two... one...
Me say: Better? Than cookie? That is scientifically impossible.
Me hand say: Pick it up.
Today, me want to talk about something very hard. Something that make me fur itchy and tummy rumbly.
