WOLFSBANG AND COOKIE DOUGH

KATRINA

“What the heck happened here?!” I took a good look into her room, trying to find out how to walk in without stepping into what the whole room had been covered in, before attempting to reach Susanna that was trapped in her ‘homemade’ prison.

She struggled to get herself up from the bed but nothing was working. I arrived, pulled some of the stuff off my shoes, and grabbed Susanna’s hands, endeavoring to free her but the bed didn’t release her.

“It was an accident…” We groaned as we put in more effort with Susanna trying to make herself lighter—not sure if that’s possible—and me overworking my hands to get her out of this mess. She seemed a bit shocked but by the looks of it, she had been in shock for quite a while. “I must have made a mistake in the recipe.”

Finally, with a last tug I pulled her out and we crashed into the tiled floor. Now, it was hard to tell the difference between Susanna and me.

A first look at the room and you’d think a bomb of extra sticky cookie dough deto