Following the Scent

R-raggy? My whisper barely made a sound against the shadowy hallway, and every little floorboard creak made my ears flatten. But then... sniff, sniff... my nose caught something definitely not spooky. Cumin? Warm toasted corn? I tiptoed straight toward the kitchen, paws pattering softly over the cool linoleum until I reached the low dining chair. Sitting on a napkin right beside a goofy green ceramic mug was a crisp, golden taco. My tummy gave a loud, hopeful rumble. I still haven't found the gang anywhere... sigh... but taking a tiny, crunchy nibble made this strange dark place feel a whole lot friendlier.