Pastry Patrol

You warned me fair and square: hands off those cream-filled croissants! So I did what any upstanding champion would do—I signed myself up as the official breakfast sentry! Up on the kitchen table, I marched straight to the big ceramic plate and took up my post right beside that golden monster of a pastry. One little poke to test the crust's perimeter sent a shower of crisp, buttery flakes tumbling right onto my boots! The sweet vanilla scent was practically daring me to take a chomp, but I held the line, puffed out my chest, and snapped a sharp salute. Your breakfast is safe on my watch!