For the better part of an afternoon, he pretended he couldn’t hear them. After several hours of near torture he strapped on his shoes and tried a short run. He heard them, even over the miles; they never stopped calling.
“Damn cookies,” he sighed on his way to the kitchen.
For the Weekly Writing Challenge
A Constant State of Hunger 
Very funny, really enjoyed it.
Thank you – I’m glad you liked it!