An Unexpected Discovery

It is a rare night that Farmer H doesn't end his evening meal with something sweet. Heh, heh, just like he starts his day with something sweet, that being clandestine Casey's donuts! Anyhoo... there were a couple of nights where Farmer H ate his supper, brought back his plate, and went back to his recliner. On the second night, I had to ask.

"Aren't you having any dessert?"

"Oh. Well. I'm not really hungry tonight."

Am I so wrong to take Farmer H's word for it? Does that make me an idiot? I'm starting to think so. I must not have been my usually-suspicious self. Maybe I was coming down with that headache/sinus thing even then.

Some afternoons/evenings, I hear strange sounds in the living room where Farmer H is watching TV. I'll call out to him, "What are you eating NOW?" Not to shame him, but because I'm curious when I hear rustling/crackling sounds in there. After all, I've found an occasional candy bar stuffed into the end of Farmer H's Little Debbie Fudge Rounds box in the bottom of FRIG II. I don't know why he does this. It's not like I'm going to eat it. He must feel guilty. Or be tired of me pointing out how that's really not good for him.

Anyhoo... on Tuesday, I was straightening some of the stuff stacked on the TV table between the recliner and the short couch. Namely, two tins that once held Genius's Christmas cookies, and the other that held Chex Mix. They don't really belong on the table, but they make a convenient little tower where I can put my phone and reach it, and where we put the TV remote so the other can reach it.

It seems like I have to straighten them often, because they are different sizes, and get off-center. As I was rearranging the top one, it was HEAVY! Huh. That was not what I expected. I lifted it. Yeah. Heavy. I took off the top, and saw that the container was full of COOKIES! When did THAT happen??? I'd say within the past day or two.

Inside were Christmas cookies. The cheap kind. Like shortbread cookies in the shape of bells and Santa heads and wreaths. They are often sprinkled with colored sugar, thought I didn't see much on this version. Not really a surprise, because it is MAY, and not December!

When Farmer H got home, I asked.

"What's in the container?"

His head jerked, and he looked RIGHT AT that container. And said...

"What container?"

"RIGHT THERE! Where you just looked!"

You could see Farmer H's brain working. I'm surprised steam didn't rise from his head.

"Oh. Um. My cookies I brung up from the basement."

"Why are you hiding them?"

"I ain't hidin' 'em. I don't hide food."

"Funny. I don't remember you saying, 'I put some cookies in here if you want some.'"

"You can have some. I just brought 'em up."

Farmer H would make a terrible criminal. Not even a good naught schoolboy. Or else Mrs. HM is a fantastic interrogator.