[ WP ] You ’ re getting ready to make waffles for breakfast when , to your horror , you realize there ’ s no maple syrup left !

I looked at the empty maple syrup bottle in horror. I jiggled it upside down fervently, hoping some maple syrup would leak out. No luck. 
 
 `` Churchill!'' I yelled. 
 
 My moose crashed into the glass door. I sighed, opening the sliding door. Churchill gamboled in. 
 
 `` Yes, master?'' He said. 
 
 `` We ran out of maple syrup!'' I cried. 
 
 `` The horror!'' Said Churchill, putting his front hooves to his head in shock. 
 
 `` To the grocery store!'' I yelled. `` And take that twenty dollar bill from the piggy bank. Nothing but the best maple syrup will fly in this house.'' 
 
 `` Yessir!'' Saluted Churchill. He clopped to the piggy bank and upended it. He shook it vigorously. Coins and bills flew out of it. 
 
 `` To the grocery store!'' Chanted Churchill, and raced out of the store. 
 
 Trusty Churchill. 
 
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 We were seated around the table, pouring fresh maple syrup onto our waffles. 
 
 I tenderly touched the hoof of Churchill's that was laying idle on the table. 
 
 `` Churchill, I love you extremely,'' I declared. 
 
 `` Eh?'' Said Churchill. 
 
 `` I love you extremely,'' I repeated. 
 
 `` Awww, shucks,'' said Churchill. `` I love you, too.'' He spread his hooves wide. `` I love you thiiis much.'' 
 
 One of his hooves knocked over a book on the table that had the Canada flag as its bookmark. 
 
 `` Eh, sorry,'' he said. 
 
 `` Do n't worry about it, buddy,'' I said. 
 
 And we finished our meal in great happiness. 

