Hemingway, what are you doing?
But you’re wearing the bag!!! How did you do that? I can see it draped around your middle.
I don’t know, I was looking inside, and the next thing I knew, the bag had its arm around me.
I don’t feel any treats in here so either you ate them or Mom hid them.
I didn’t eat them. The bag hugged me and that’s all!
Dear Treat Bag……..I’m in love with you. Do you think you could fill yourself again soon???