Hot Chocolate

Reuben peeked just ober the edge ob the table, staring at his cup ob hot chocolate like it was the most important appointment ob the day.

“Eben tho it’s kinda hot outside,” he said, ears wiggling, “I was still finking I should hab some.”

There had been so much chatter about hot chocolate — creamy, steamy, marshmallow-y dreams floating through the room — that Reuben simply couldn’t ignore it. And since Reuben neber ignores cozy beberages, he ordered one wiff extra warm feelings on the side.

He took a careful sip.
His eyes went big.

“Oh yes,” he whispered. “Dis was a bery good decision.”

Sometimes you don’t drink hot chocolate because it’s cold. Sometimes you drink it because your soul needs a hug.

And Reuben’s soul was officially hugged.  And they gabe him a free cookie while he was waiting, so it a bonus!