Where's my pie?!?!?!

Can anyone explain what has happened to my pie?

*walks into kitchen* *looks at counter* "WHERE'S MY PIE" *searches frantically* *faints*

EXPLAIN YOURSELF

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Permalink Reply by Lisa S (Lypana) on July 10, 2011 at 9:34am

did you sleep walk and eat it? or maybe you were in a trance and you ate it went out of the kitchen and something snapped you out of the trance so then you went into the kitchen and found it gone???

or...a raccoon ate it =/

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Permalink Reply by Ms.Linkie (MooingNanner) on July 10, 2011 at 11:44pm

Well uh..you see...here's the story...

*picture me in a blue sundress*

I was walking into the kitchen from the laundry room *because we all know that women are supposted to be in the kitchen* when I wanted to get a glimpse of the outside world that I've never been in *since I was born and raised in the kitchen* So I walked over to the sink where the only window is and started washing the dishes. I looked at the beautiful blue sky and the white puffy clouds that looked like marshmallow cake I make every second sunday of the month. When I noticed that my right hand was bleeding. I accedently chopped off my right pinky. Frantic, I looked around. It was kinda dark in there since the sun was just rising on the east, and this window was facing west. I decided to turn on the little light switch next to the sink so I could see better....it wasn't a light switch...it was the garbage disposer...Worried at this point, I turned it off and headed over to the microwave looking for the Alumium wrap so I could fish out the remains of my pinky finger. *because we all know we should put that in the microwave* I wasn't even worried about me bleeding to death from the missing finger. When there it was...lying on the counter the most BE-U-T-FUL pie I have ever seen. I dropped the wrap and eyed the pie. I started to grab the pie with my right hand, but then remembered I only had three fingers and a thumb. So I reached with my left. My eyes were dancing with the delight of the pie. Suddenly I started to feel weak. I grabbed the pie and made it a soft landing for my head on the hard tile floor of the kitchen so I wouldn't get a concusion. I awoke with the sun setting and I looked up to the see the dog eating the delicious pie. And thats what happened to it. The dog at the pie....sorry Anna....