Grown-ups have this great bonus meal on weekends that happens between breakfast and lunch. They call it brunch. I'm not sure why. Oh, wait - I get it! I bet they almost called it lunchfast. We went to brunch on Sunday with Granddad and Grandmom and I ate some bread and also a biscuit. Man, that thing was tasty. Why have you people been hiding these flaky, buttery treats from me for so long? I liked it so much I smuggled some crumbs out in my shirt. I hope we can have brunch more often, and maybe we can also squeeze in a meal between lunch and dinner? We could call it Drunch.
By the way, guess what I had for dinner last night? Duck confit and grits. Does that make me a yuppie baby? A buppie? A yuby?
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