Change In Odysseus Oreo's Life

2 days before the Eve of Christmas, Mrs. Johnson pulled a fresh baked pan of chocolate chip cookies out of the large stainless-steel oven located in the expansive marble kitchen. Without knowing it, this moment changed Odysseus Oreo’s life forever.

While Mrs. Johnson cooled and stacked the cookies in a red tupperware container in the kitchen, the abundance of food in the large, walk-in pantry were getting ready for an exciting Christmas.

“3 days until Christmas!” exclaimed Becka the baby oreo. “I hope I get lots of presents!”

“If you don’t stop yelling, you’ll get nothing but an eyeful of white chompers and a big black hole,” scolded, Odysseus, her older, wiser brother. Most foods in the pantry knew that Christmas time was the most dangerous for them, with loads of company coming over and

“She’s only a child.”

“Not like you ever have to worry about being eaten, you disgusting piece of fancy lettuce,” Odysseus quipped to himself, while just politely smiling at Petunia. Eventhough Odysseus knew he was being a little harsh on his sister, it was all for her (and the rest of their families) safety. Ever since the two lost their father to Sally Johnson, the youngest and brattiest Johnson member, Odysseus had to step up as the father figure.

“Red Alert! Red Alert! ” the cereal wailed from the shelf nearest the door. Faster than you can say ‘cookie cutters’ all the food was hidden back in their respective boxes, containers and shelves. Odysseus, his younger sister, mom and grandmother jumped into the “double stuffed oreos” container and shuffled themselves back to back in a row. From the small hole in the sheer plastic covering of the oreo container, Odysseus and his family watched Mr. Johnson walk in the pantry, and set the red tupperware container on the shelf a couple inches from them. She then wiped her flour covered hands along the sides of her “baking jeans” and exited the pantry, closing the door behind