I stooped to pull the tray of muffins from the oven. The smell was
heavenly. I stood, inhaling deeply. One muffin caught my eye, held me,
hypnotized. It sat in the corner of the tin, staring at me with moist, blue
eyes. I could see the sun-tanned brow, the healthy glow of two cheeks. I
was speechless. Those blue eyes held me, like limpid pools. I could see
nothing else, I was so in tune to them. They begged! They demanded! So
loudly, yet silent —
EAT ME!
EAT ME!!
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