A sliver of sun peeked through the blinds, painting stripes
on William's face, coaxing him from slumber's deep.
He stretched, a yawn escaping his lips, and with a happy sigh,
thought, "Pancakes this morning, fluffy and golden high!"
He shuffled to the kitchen, a melody in his head,
visions of maple syrup dancing on his plate instead.
But his smile faltered, replaced by a furrowed brow,
scrambled eggs stared back at him, a sight somehow...meow?
"Sarah!" he called, voice laced with playful alarm,
"Did you change our breakfast? Is this some kind of charm?"
Sarah, bleary-eyed, emerged from the bedroom door,
her hair a mess, a strand clinging to the corner of her lip, for sure.
She blinked at the pan, confusion mirroring his own,
"Pancakes were the plan, William. Scrambled eggs are unknown!"
A giggle escaped her then, bubbling up from her chest,
"Maybe the breakfast gods decided to put our taste buds to the test?"
William chuckled, shaking his head, a playful glint in his eye,
"Perhaps, but I wouldn't mind a pancake to help the scrambled eggs fly."
They sat down to breakfast, a delightful hodgepodge,
eggs and toast, a side of amusement, a culinary dodge.
As they ate, Sarah reached for the cereal box on the shelf,
expecting the familiar sound of flakes tumbling onto herself.
But instead, a cascade of colorful fruit tumbled out,
berries, melon chunks, a tropical medley with no doubt.
"William!" she exclaimed, eyes wide with surprise,
"Is this another breakfast switcheroo in disguise?"
William raised his hands, a mock surrender in the air,
"My dear, I'm as clueless as you are. This whole thing's quite bizarre!"
Just then, a small, ginger blur shot past their feet,
a mischievous glint in its emerald eyes, oh so sweet.
It was Mittens, their mischievous cat, tail held high,
a single pancake clutched proudly between its tiny teeth, a sly cry.
The mystery was solved, the culprit exposed at last,
Mittens, the breakfast bandit, his motives surpassing fast.
Laughter filled the kitchen, a warm and joyous sound,
as they watched their feline friend with his prize happily bound.
So they finished their breakfast, a mix-up turned into fun,
a testament to the joy a playful cat can outrun.
And as they cleared the table, a silent vow they did take,
to keep their breakfast stash a little more out of Mittens' playful wake.
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