THE FUSE

The raccoon rejected my pancakes, but seemed to love the PB&J sandwich I made him. I knew cheese would be a given for the mouse living in the hole overlooking the kitchen, even if gaining access to the fridge took me a minute. As an upside, I can finally bake pizza for the invisible being rummaging in the pantry, giving them a taste of Italy as requested. Ice cream, however, will have to wait—I haven’t figured out how to open the freezer yet.