It all started when Gran'ma came over to play... Her massive foot scared me.
I was forced to seek cover in a paper bag.
It wasn't easy to get open, but I managed.
The evil old woman, angry about a birthday or something equally as silly, continued to harass me.
I was forced to retreat even further, because her feet were rather stinky.
And then jump out and disembowl her with my mighty fangs and talons.
I can't show that, however. Mom says this blog has RULES. Hmph. All that work gone to waste.