Tommy The Warthog And Cookie The Pig

     Tommy the warthog arrived for dinner at the home of Cookie the pig, all wet from the rain.   Cookie the pig fed him mush for dinner with sauces of various kinds.  Tommy the warthog was taken aback but said nothing unkind.  He was not used to this kind of dinner but helped himself to afters of it, with a slice of cheese from the fridge to help it go down.
      They produced a board game from the shelves of Cookie's home to play after dinner, one they both enjoyed.  Cookie suddenly quipped,
     "May I offer you a drink of herb tea, Tommy?"
     "No," Tommy felt like saying because he had already drunk so much water that day, but he was polite so he said yes.
     Then it got worse.
     "I would advise you to have the camomile," Cookie said.  "You could have the marigold blossoms, but they were rancid one time when I tried them."
      "I'll go for the camomile," said Tommy.
     The dinner conversation went on to discuss art, and then it was time to go.  It was all too much for Tommy, you think, but no, he'd been through this many times before, and he was used to it to some extent.
      "No wonder Cookie doesn't have many friends," he said.  "But I liked the painting on her wall.  Perhaps I'll buy it.  I wonder what it costs?  It looks like a five-year-old painted it, but we're good friends and that'll seal the friendship."
     Tommy came back with the money and Cookie didn't die of starvation from not having enough money, so some good came of that day, children.

The End