Stealing for morning fix
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Yesterday the Pea Eye did not come and I was forced to raid neighbor Margaret's Seattle Times box.
I cannot eat breakfast unless I have my morning news and cartoon fix while munching my ration of Cheerios and sliced banana and a sprinkle of raspberries from the garden.
I was deep into Hagar the Horrible when the phone rang. I knew it was Margaret because she is aware of my addiction.
"Jerry? Do you have my paper again?"
"Yes, Margaret," I said. "My Pea Eye did not come. I looked in the bushes, too.