Everyone knows Sonny is coo-coo for Cocoa Puffs. Alas, this condition has persisted for decades without intervention. Does he have no loved ones, no dear friends who are sensitive to his plight? On the contrary, those he keeps company with taunt him endlessly with large bowls of his sweet, chocolaty Achilles heel. They've never had to deal with him the next day. They've never had to be the ones holding his feathers back from his beak as he vomits cocoa almost endlessly. They've never had to deal with the constant shaking, the tearful promises of 'never again'.
Even in the old days, when his addiction was just beginning to grow, his support group could best be described as enablers. See how they taunt him, knowing full well his weakness for that chocolatey treat. It makes me sad.
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Poor Sonny. He's most definitely a chocoholic. He fits all the definitions, and there is a 12-step program somewhere with his name on it.
We never had Cocoa Puffs when I was a kid. On the rare occasions that we'd actually get chocolate cereal, it was Count Chocula, not CP. And I didn't love it, anyway. Too chocolatey. I preferred Frankenberry.
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