Thief by Laurel The station kitchen was quiet, except for the sound of Henry whuffling asthmatically on the couch. John Gage wandered into the room, his arms waving energetically. "Cap, there oughta be a law against it" he exclaimed. "I don't mind once or twice, but that's the fourth time this week we've had to get that cat out of the tree. It's ridiculous, and I" He broke off for a moment and peered into a box of donuts sitting on the table. It was empty. "Hey, where's my donut?" the young paramedic said accusingly. "There was one donut left and I was gonna eat it and now it's gone!" "Well, looks like someone else got to it first, Johnny." Johnny kept talking as if he hadn't heard the other man. "Man, that's so unfair! Gotta be the Phantom. Yeah, I'll fix him. Might be time for the ol' water balloon trick again." "Don't you think you're over-reacting?" asked Cap, as they walked out the door. "I don't think so! Come on, the powdered ones are the best!" Henry snuggled further into the couch cushions, licking the remaining traces of sugar off his muzzle. Johnny was right. The powdered ones were the best. |