"It sat there on the windowsill, condensation sliding down its vertical planes, enticing. You happened upon it by chance, amazed that someone would leave it unattended, but eagerly questing for just a taste to quench your curiosity as well as your thirst. You take the risk, looking around to make sure your stealth is still in tact. Grasping your fingers around the contours of the glass, you pull it to your lips and swallow deeply. Blueberries explode, mingled with caramel and a tart apple finish. It was work the risk. You have just become the ""Booberry Gobbler."""
