Chessie looked so injured,
Durbin felt as low as dirt.
"Please, Chessie, try to understand,
and please don't look so hurt."


"I just can't help it", Chessie said.
I thought I was the best.
I thought you thought my cooking
was a pleasure, not a pest."

"I'm going out that window
to retrieve the food I made.
I just hope it's warming in the sun,
not wilting in the shade."

Chessie stuck her head outside the
window by the table.
"You must have tossed it farther
than I ever would be able."

"Don't you see it?", Durbin asked.
"I dumped it just outside."

"Along with all my, dignity
my honor and my pride."

"I said I was sorry. Now, let me look."
I threw it right there by that bench.
"But it's gone - Geez! Your food must have burned through
the ground
or retreated inside its own stench!"

"Hey that's not what happened!" Chessie exclaimed.
"But I'm gonna find out just what did."

"Well, I'm going with you!" Durbin insisted
"I must find out where that food hid."