“Oh, no! What have you done now?”
No answer, just big brown eyes staring at me. Waiting. Was trouble coming?
I opened the door to the back yard. “Out,” I barked. He went – running like a devil was after him.
I took up a broom and began sweeping up the remains of a full can of oatmeal that had gone from counter top to floor in what must have been a whirlwind of activity. I was only gone long enough to pick up my glasses and come back to the kitchen.
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