La dee da dee da, sang Blurtso to himself as he stirred the ingredients in the pan. A little more heat, he said, turning up the temperature on the stove. La dee da dee da dee da, he continued to stir and sing. The aroma from the pan vanished quickly in the vacuum of his nose, mmmmm, maybe just a little more paprika. The aroma carried him back to the first time he smelled it. Clippety, cloppety, clippety, cloppety, la dee da dee dee, he sang and danced a little jig. When the meal was ready he clippety clopped his way to an overstuffed recliner and settled into the cushions. Mmmmm, he swooned, taking his first bite and continuing his journey through aroma and time. When the journey and meal were finished, Blurtso let out a belch and settled back. Zzzzzzzzzzz, he snored with his hoofs dangling and his belly unashamed in the afternoon light. 
     
        

Zzzzzzzzzzzz, he continued with his ears flopped back and his nose in the air. Sniff, sniff, sniff, he smelled with his nose while the other parts of him slept. Sniff, sniff, sniff, he smelled, wondering what the smell could be. Sniff, sniff, sniff, he smelled, that is not part of my meal or part of my dream, it smells like something burning, or a red-hot iron. Sniff, sniff, sniff, smelled his nose while the other parts of him slept. Sniff, sniff, sniff, zzzzz, zzzzz, zzzzz, he snored and sniffed, with his belly unashamed in the afternoon light.