BUTTERFINGER® Bar Insurance

It had already been a long day. By the afternoon, the sky had grown dark, and I was missing the bright sunshine. The only thing I had to look forward to that evening was enjoying my Butterfinger. I rested my head on the recliner, hoping to take a nap and dream of sunny days and fields of Butterfingers. I soon fell asleep, but quickly awoke when a gray tabby pounced on my legs. It looked me right in the eyes, seemed to smile, and gave me a bitter hiss. And then it happened. The cat pounced on my Butterfinger, sprinted towards the back door, and crashed right through the screen. Sadness.