Cracker’s POV
“I have cookies,” I announced, placing them on the table next to Cook’s huge cake. I’d almost forgotten them in the car, and they’d nearly fallen victim to Max’s intelligence, as the huge dog had tried to get to them through the broken window.
But luckily, I made it first!
With a satisfied ‘hump’ I put my hands on my hips and looked up--- only to meet Bunny’s and Knives’s skeptical look.
“Don’t worry, I didn’t make them! Grace did,” I deadpanned, holding my hands up in mock surrender and rolling my eyes. So what if I couldn’t cook to save my life? Not all of us were meant to be in a kitchen…
“Who’s Grace?” Ashly asked, who now cowered in a corner, since Lilly – Rabbit’s wife! (yeah, talk about drama!) – was here. I’d come to realize, though, that she wasn’t all that bad!
