HASH BROWNIES PART 2-E

( Deals with Hash Brownies, drugs in laymens term: so viewers discretion advised)

`Butler Lionel!', Hadwin shouted, calling him out.

`Yes, Master Hadwin?', Butler Lionel was tired being made to walk to and fro. First, Mrs Wagner and now her youngest son. I am going to age faster than a bullet.

`Who ate my brownies?', Hadwin almost screamed his head off. He gripped and pulled his own hair in disbelief.

`I am not sure. I left it on the tabletop', he answered gingerly scratching his temple.

`No. Someone came into the kitchen and ate them ALL!', Hadwin started looking around and asked his helpers. But they simply shook their head.

`Were the cookies special?', Butler Lionel spoke after a moment of silence. He gulped when his mind narrowed to a certain girl whom he placed a glass of milk and cookies to eat. Butler Lionel turned to a tray and saw the butterscotch cookies were untouched. Which only meant one thing.