by Ricky Garni

I imagine a terrific suspense movie, and the kitchen is filled with cookies. Every time something awful is about to happen, someone says, “I could use a cookie.” The others agree and forget about everything else including suspense and everything. The next thing you know everyone’s moseying into the kitchen and grabbing a cookie from a big stack of cookies. Everybody is eating cookies and rubbing their tummies now and making all sorts of yum-yum noises. 

When everyone has a cookie, life cannot can be very suspenseful. You don’t think about this, though, until the cookies are all gone. Then who knows what you will think or what will happen. There is always the chance that the first person to finish their cookie will say something about what a good time it would be for a little suspense, but I wouldn’t count on it. Someone could punch someone else in the schnozz, but I wouldn’t count on that, either. Everyone will most likely just ask if there are any more cookies left in the kitchen. Everyone just wants to know about cookies, and if there are some. “Well, are there? Are there? Are there?” Suddenly things become really quiet. Nobody says anything. Everyone looks at the kitchen and makes yummy noises and completely ignores the smelly dead body in the living room. Are there any more cookies? Not a note. It’s so quiet you can almost hear a pin drop.