Steven Roesch

Feeding Time Steven Roesch

Tribble dove straight down into the pizza, landing there with a distinct thump. Extricating himself was no easy matter, given that I'd ordered extra cheese this time around. Whenever he pulled up one of his paws and made a bid for freedom, a ribbon of viscous cheese came up with him. The more he tried to free himself, the more the cheese spread over his front paws, face, and fur. The dilemma was beyond his ken, and it showed in his befuddled eyes and frantic meows. Only with my help could he get free, and cleaning him off thoroughly took the better part of an hour.