SCENE: A small dining room in a small town in the middle of nowhere. The scent of jasmine rice wafts on the warm, spring air
[Miss Brown, tantalized by the smell, settles herself and waits patiently. She knows her turn will come…]
[Eventually…]
[Slingers, though, wait for no one.]
Yes, she was drooling like that over rice. Plain old rice. Something is seriously wrong with my dog, I think.
red paper boat 