Sunday Trick or Eat Time

Azi has his eye on this roast...

dog nuts, as usual, plus toffee apple, sugar spiders web, candy floss wizards beard, Groogh...
wt 0 lbs above A. S. [been violently sick] Ht 1in below A S [stretching]

Azi says 'ze trick , ma petite, ees to create ze divairsion-- zen while ze humans are divairted, voila, rrrrush een & grrrrab ze rrrrroast...''
I am to create the diversion... Azi will do the 'rushing in' manouver...

Whining piteously I limp tragically across the carpet & fall down in huddled heap dead centre.. Human takes eyes off cooking, examines limp -- 'Hypochondria again?' she giggles unsympathetically-- 'Practicing ready for the guests?' But Azi has seen his chance & he is off, with the roast clenched in his teeth

'OOOOOEEEERRRRRRRROOOOOOWWWWWLLLLL' he wails, Sacre Nom de Dieu zat eez 'ot! dropping the roast on the doormat & panting his way to the water bowl. Human bursts in, trips & falls flat over roast, sprawls on persian rug bellowing 'Naughty Boy!' Azi is taken out to the gazebo in Disgrace, much glaring at me by Human-- but phew, she cant actually pin anything on me... Roast is given perfunctory wipe & is back in dish just in time for doorbell announcing arrival of first guest...

Big Azi soon stops his howling when I start pushing the cheese straws & sausages on sticks undeer the Gazebo door... the ones that are left.. that is.. ''Merci Beaucoup, Brigitta, yyou save ma life from ze stairvation -an now, you remembaire Where I told you zat Salami Saucisson Sec eez hanging up een ze pantry?'