My Reward I’ll Eat It If I Want To (standard:humor, 905 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: May 07 2023	Views/Reads: 449/300	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
There are times when I convince myself that I deserve a certain reward. All I need to do is twist certain words to my benefit thinking I deserve something when in fact I am not being honest.

One day last week, I was up early working in my office as I normally do.
I happened to pause what I was doing for a moment and smelled this 
wonderful aroma. 

I know it wasn't me because I hadn't taken a shower yet. The aroma was
coming from the kitchen area. 

I got up from my desk, walked out into the kitchen and the closer I got
the stronger that aroma was. It was so wonderful and I just could not 
get enough of it. 

When I got to the kitchen there was The Gracious Mistress of the
Parsonage baking cookies. Oh, how delicious those cookies smelled. 

“What are you doing?” I asked. 

“I'm baking cookies for some friends who are having a party tonight.
They asked if I could bake them some cookies and I just couldn't 
refuse.” 

I smiled and just stared at all those cookies in the kitchen. There were
molasses and peanut butter cookies, two of my favorites. 

As I was looking at them, The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage said to
me rather sternly, “These cookies are not for you, they are for my 
friends. Do not eat them.” 

She saw me staring at those cookies and said, “Did you hear me?” 

Then she told me that she had to go across town to pick up some things.
So, she would be out of the house and I will be with the cookies all by 
myself. I can't think of a better scenario. 

There's just no way I can be left alone with all those cookies in the
kitchen and not eat some. I think my wife realized that and thought she 
could negotiate with me and solve the problem at hand. 

Looking at me she said, “If you are a good boy today I will allow you to
eat one cookie. Just one.” 

That brought me to quite a dilemma. What is her definition of “a good
boy” and most importantly, how did she define “one cookie?” 

I walked back to my office as she prepared to leave for the morning and
I got back into the project I was working on. At least I tried to get 
back into my “saddle” for the morning, but it sure wasn't working for 
me. No matter how hard I tried to concentrate on my project all I could 
think about was those delicious cookies out in the kitchen which I 
could smell in my office. I don't think it's fair that I should be put 
in such a situation. 

After all, it's really not my fault. It is the fault of The Gracious
Mistress of the Parsonage who makes cookies so delicious that I cannot 
refuse them. If it wasn't for that, I could ignore those cookies in the 
kitchen. So whatever happens, it is not my fault! And I am unanimous in 
that. 

I then remembered that she said if I was a good boy I could have one
cookie. That thought just ruminated through my mind and I couldn't 
handle it any longer and I had to go out into the kitchen and deal with 
it. 

I think I'm a good boy, but that's only my evaluation. I sat for a
moment at my desk and tried to think of anything bad I did that morning 
and I couldn't think of one thing. Therefore, with the evidence on the 
table, I have been a good boy today. 

The next thing I had to deal with was the word “one.” What does that
word mean? 

Looking at the cookies in the kitchen there were only two cookies: one
was molasses and the other was peanut butter. So, in my understanding 
of the situation the word “one” means that I have to choose between the 
molasses cookie and the peanut butter cookie. That made sense to me. 



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