A remake of a comic I made years ago. The wolf family are having a cookout and she put the mustard on the table. When she came back she saw it was gone. She knew it couldn’t have walked away but what she didn’t know was it was silently tip toeing behind her.

Clara: That’s just odd. Where in Sam Hill did the mustard go? It couldn’t have walked away.

Mustard (Speaking In Thought): Actually I tipped toed. Hee hee.