She has only 2 teeth - conspicuous tic tacs - glistening
at the bottom.
Mostly gum when she grins.
She works diligently with her tools, driven by a gut that seems insatiable.
Nibbling, nibble, nibble...
through rusks, rice cakes, cracker bread, buttered toast and flapjacks - without an ounce of care.
Not an inch of space is spared
her ubiquitous trail of assorted grub.
Mind the mess; bits and pieces - crumbs in the leather sofa's creases.
A touch of crust, amongst fluff...
as if the old block wasn't messy enough.
He, too, loves his food. In awe of her ways; swears she offered him her snack; put a rusk to his mouth, he graciously inclined,
took a bite in delight.
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