We used to have a dog named Fudge and she lived up to her name. If there was chocolate anywhere, she would find it. One night I came home late and heard her whining. I had no idea what had happened earlier, so I brought her to my room, thinking maybe she had had a nightmare. I turned off the light and suddenly I smelled chocolate. I soon discovered why. My exmormon dad was mad and asked why I let her in my room when I knew she had eaten all of that chocolate. I said, “What chocolate?” My exmormon dad said, “Oh. Your brother left his giant Hershey bar out.”