My wife made a triple batch of muffins for some school event. She doesn’t cook that often and she had to redo a batch for some reason, so she was pretty happy with her accomplishment. Maybe so happy that she had a lapse in judgment and left them unattended. The yellow lab took down every single one in just a few minutes. Three dozen muffins gone like that. When she came back, there were cooling racks and muffin tins in the floor, but few signs that any muffins had ever existed. The house smelled like banana tinged death farts for the next couple of days.
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