"Duffy! Duffy! Come over to the back buddy!" Carl whispered through the window.
Duffy sluggishly pulled himself from the bed and rolled himself towards the door.
"Hasten up you baby elephant! Don't act like an old sick sluth!" Carl fired.
Duffy went down the steps, took the main door and met up with Carl at the back just behind the kitchen.
"Guess what 's cooking in there boy?" Carl asked.
"Mashed potatoes!" Duffy answered reluctantly.
"Hush it you rodent! Your head must be a mound! You only think of tubers!" Carl said.
"Ok. Rice? Wheat? Oat! Barley?" Duffy listed without much interest.
"It's chicken you egghead. Thick chicken soup!" Carl said with eyes wide open.
"Yummy gods! What do we do Carl?"
"Steal it and get over with it down at the garage".
" Okay."
Carl made his way steathily into the kitchen while Duffy stood on the lock out.
Just as he was about to open the pot, they had a footsteps upstairs. Carl grabbed a pot and ran pell mell dodging among flowers until he got to the garage. Moments later, Duffy joined him laughing. He was salivating visibly.
"Now! To business!" Carl said.
The opened the pot and a wave of defeat hit them.
"What is this Carl?" Duffy asked
"Waste water from washed dishes!"
"How come? Is it magic?"
"No you rat! We took the wrong pot!"
