Cookie thief

Remember what I said about cut-out cookies being more about looks than taste? I take that back. I made another batch of cookies last night. This time, I left them a bit thicker – three times the thickness of the Halloween cookies. And I think they’re far more yummy. These ones were all chocolate flowers. I baked them for Alex’s birthday today and decorated them with pastel yellow and purple icing. They were the prettiest cookies I’ve ever made. This morning, I packaged them up in parchment paper, tucked them into a white cardboard box, scribbled a happy birthday on the box and then delivered them to Alex’s. She’d already left for work so I left the cookies on her front porch, hidden from sidewalk-view under a wooden bench. But Alex never got them. When I got to work, I sent her an email saying I’d left her the cookies and joked we now had a chance to test the trustworthiess of her neighbours. Turns out they’re not very trustworthy. When I came home tonight, Alex had left me a message on my phone. She said she had found the box when she got home from work. But the cookies were gone. Can you believe that? Someone stole her cookies. Even after I had written "To: Alex Graham, Apt.2" and "Happy Birthday Alex". The worst part was leaving the box behind. If you’re going to steal cookies, take the container they came in as well. Otherwise you’re just taunting whoever the cookies were destined for. I'd like to catch the cookie thief, though. Or at least try to make him or her feel guilt for eating the cookies. Maybe I'll leave another box on Alex's porch with a note inside and see if the cookie thief will pick it up.