'Whoa!" hollered Harve through a sheet of dripping chocolate pudding. "Why'd you do that?"

But Maude was laughing because Harve looked like a woodchuck. All she saw was his eyes through his glasses and his white buckteeth.

He didn't understand what had just happened. He wanted to go play golf, which he thought was pretty simple to understand.

Harve looked pathetic, but Maude looked rather pretty laughing like that. Wrinkles just elaborated her smile. After a couple moments, he started laughing too.