She pressed her ear to the door and listened.
At first, she heard nothing.
Then, a sharp scream. “Argh! He got me.”
Pop. Pop. Pop. Gunfire and more yelling that didn’t make sense.
“There he is. He slithered under the couch.”
When someone yodeled, “Make him stop staring! No, no, make him stop biting,” was when her eyebrows almost hit the atmosphere.
What the heck was going on?
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