gorgeous-fiend-blog:

It took a lot of cajoling, but once I persuaded Augustin to sneak out with me in the night to steal leftover cakes from the bakery in the village. We were fairly successful. I say that because while we were able to stuff our pockets full of sweets, we did not anticipate the pair of territorial  rottweilers who sneaked up on us.

God, the destruction we wrought to escape with our heads still attached. Bags of flour spilling everywhere, day-old pastries strewn across the floor, broken glass wear, pans used as shields. We managed to give the dogs the slip and we raced home before anyone could find us. It’s a good thing too. Could you imagine? The baker rushes to see his kitchen in shambles and finds not street urchins, but two little lords stealing from his cabinets.

I laughed the entire way home. Even Augustin, who at once looked at me like I was crazy and was  to blame for all of it, couldn’t hide his amusement.  It was a rare bonding time for us.