The animal cookies we’d baked had finally cooled down enough to eat. I was biting the tail off a gingerbread donkey when I heard a loud eee-aw. For a second I thought it was my donkey braying. Then I realized it was Mom’s pager.
Mom grabbed her coat and hurried to the back door while the pager beeped. My new friend, Kevin, had his mouth full of hippopotamus. He’d stopped chewing, and his eyes were big and round. He had no idea what was happening. “Come on,”
