Thou clock hath reached its twelfth hour and my belly rumbles as if to waketh an angry beast from its slumber

To tame this beast, it seemeth only right that I must consume to cease such devilish pangs of hunger that keepeth the trembles quiver

I telleth mine self, fear not rampant beast, there is a solution to this troublesome problem... we must make haste to thine fridge for there are treasures both man and woman desire....food

Oh curses ! I forgot to doth thine shop for food yesterday, let us hopeth there is  a snack in thine treasure chest

I open thine chest and covereth mine eyes from its blazing light that fills the room , I adjust mine eyes and to no surprise, the chest is exsufflicate, oh curses ! , oh curses ! I scream

I search each shelf of the chest, seeing nothing but milk and some vegtables, unfortunately that wilt not suffice this ever raging beast

Is all hope lost ? Must I attempt survival of thine night with this beast which wilt not alloweth me slumber ?

I dart mine eyes into the cold abyss ; the freezer .... my last hope....

With a yell that would scare the gods , I shouteth , Hoo-rah !, Hoo-rah ! it seemeth I hath Oreo  flavoured Ice Cream that has remained untouched of human hands

I check this valuable piece of treasure, it is full and the fragments of Oreo glisten like the stars that brighten the heavens

The beast wilt cease its rage , for this day lady luck has bestowed her blessings on me...

Note to thyself : On the morrow , thine quest for food will begin...