My stomach was growling. I race to the kitchen to find something to eat. I flung the fridge door open. I start rampaging through the fridge. Throwing drawers open, clearing shelves, displacing everything in the fridge. I looked, but all I saw was healthy snacks. I slammed the fridge door. I yearned for something sweet, and chocolaty. Then it came to me, like a dream, cookies. I leaped to the pantry, I had just grown enough to reach into the cookie jar, I realized it was empty. What a surprise! I knew the culprit who ate them, my brother Jacob.