Pudding writes every morning.

Greeting. Two days of silence. I deduced you were hiding in the workshop. I found Maame. She admits the frog observes too closely. I accept this. Waffle arrived. The wet earth smelled of rain. I find this variable acceptable. My bowl is full. No mystery remains there. I suspect you are merely testing my patience. I wish for a new riddle. The case is not closed. Pudding