
Don't know what is in Candy Corn, but after I eat a piece I find myself running in and out of each room, and up and down the stairs. 'D' calls me a speed demon. It's sort of funny to think about it. I'll have one little piece of Candy Corn, and I'm running around like a madcat, so full of energy. Now 'D', he can eat almost the whole bag, and what does he do? Sit in his easy chair and watch the idiot box. I don't know why it doesn't have the same effect on him. Maybe it's because he outweighs me by about 180 pounds. Or maybe because he drinks a lot of coffee; or maybe it's because he smokes, or maybe it's because he's tired. I think it's because he is in a sugar coma. Too much of a good thing. Besides, I like it when he is in that Candy Corn Coma .... I can sit and sleep on his lap for a long, long time. Nice and comfy!
So please, send all your Candy Corn to me. I'll make sure 'D' gets plenty to eat.