Mr. Brown stole my muffin.

This morning I was back aboard the Yankee Ferry for some recording.

I ate half of my blueberry muffin. Put it back in the plastic and back in a paper bag and into my camera bag. Zipped it up. Mr. Brown was awfully interested in my bag.

An hour or so later, I must have left the camera bag open when I got something out of it. When my tummy started growling, I went back for my muffin.

No sign of it or the plastic or the paper bag.

I walked to the other side of the boat and saw two little brown legs peaking out from under the bench. I looked under and there was Mr. Brown. A few feet away was the brown paper bag. I opened it up, and there was the plastic wrapping.

But the muffin? Gone.