Guest Post by Pepper Curious:
I heard a strange noise outside, so I ran out my door just in time to catch a strange man leaving two things by our front door.
I ran him off.
My people, who are more trusting than I am, brought the things in. Then, next thing I knew, my people were rearranging the furniture.
I think that means they plan to keep them.
I’m worried.
My people call them rugs.
But I call them dangerous.
When will my people learn I know best?