A Noise


My wife has not spoken to me in three days. I think it has something to do with what happened on Sunday night when she thought she heard a noise downstairs.

She nudged me and whispered, "Wake up, wake up!"


"What's the matter?" I asked.


"There are burglars in the kitchen. I think they're eating the tuna casserole I made tonight."


"That'll teach them!" I replied.

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