The open bag of frosted animal cookies yelled my name as I poured myself an afternoon cup of coffee. There, in the office break room, among old Christmas candy and stale tortilla chips, a bag of pink and white perfection.
One little cookie with my coffee sounded good. It is so small. So tiny. It wouldn't count for anything at all.
So I reached my hand in to pull one out, and encountered a large cookie clump. Not a single single cookie, for my questing hand. Just one ball of weirdness.
I had a fleeting wonder as to how or why they froze together like that. Heat? Moisture? Age?
Whatever it was, it saved me. I skipped the cookie and peeled an orange. Not quite as perfectly paired as a cookie and coffee would have been, but it had the benefit of not being a clump of anything!