As I sneaked into the kitchen, I smelled the the warm cookies. Then I herd the sound of them being placed into the cookie jar. Finally I scan the kitchen. My mom was in there. I shall have to wait until she leaves to retrieve the cookies. As soon as she steps out the door I rush to the kitchen. I swing open the cabinet that holds the cookie jar. It was empty. What a surprise. It was the handy work of my older sister. I found her in her room snacking on the chocolate chip cookies, reading a book.