Chapter 3 Hunt the Clothes
Chapter 3 Hunt the Clothes Chapter 3 Hunt the Clothes Dad and I wandered through a few rooms, getting used to the dark. Neither of us made a sound with our paws. "Dad," I whispered, "I've just had a thought. Where do humans keep their clothes?" "How do I know?" said Dad. He was still cross about his tail. "Fur has always been good enough for me." "What about in here?" I pulled open a likely looking door. A light came on. I jumped into the air and landed on a table. Dad sighed and gen
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Chapter 3 Hunt the Clothes
Chapter 3 Hunt the Clothes
Dad and I wandered through a few rooms, getting used to the dark.Neither of us made a sound with our paws.
"Dad," I whispered, "I've just had a thought.Where do humans keep their clothes?"
"How do I know?" said Dad. He was still cross about his tail."Fur has always been good enough for me."
"What about in here?" I pulled open a likely looking door.
A light came on. I jumped into the air and landed on a table.
Dad sighed and gently shut the door.
"That, Sandy, is called a fridge. Humans keep their food in it.I think we have to look upstairs."
