What Ho!
Spotting the wretched Cuddy still outside enthralled by her lurid mystery novel, you take the opportunity to work your way up to her room.
You glance both ways down the corridor, then try the knob. The door obligingly opens and you quickly slip inside.
"Yipyipyipyipyipyipyipyipyipyipyipyip!" comments the dog Agamemnon, flashing his sharp Scotty teeth.
Let no one say that the Postletwaites can't react quickly when in crisis. In a flash you find yourself perched on top of Cuddy's vanity, feet well clear of the snapping jaws below.
Satisfied, Agamemnon lies back down, keeping a watchful eye on you.
"Good boy!" you encourage, and slowly move your foot toward the floor.
"Yipyipyipyipyipyipyipyipyipyipyipyip!" insists the beast, who is across the room in a flash. He tosses in a few snarls for good measure as you obligingly retreat to your sanctuary.
You pause for a moment to contemplate the situation. Said contemplation continues for an hour or so until Cuddy walks back in.
"Petey, what are you doing to poor Aggie? Awwwww, come here Aggie," she coos. The deceitful beast wags his tail slowly, and giving you a baleful glance, whimpers slightly.
Cuddy glares at you. "Really Petey, it's not funny to tease him like that. Anyway, if you're looking for the begonias, they're not here. I hid them."
"Oh?" you say, affecting nonchalance while you absorb this information. "Actually, I was just dropping in to play with dear little Aggie." You reach a friendly hand toward the dog. He snarls and bares his teeth.
"Geez Petey, you've got him all worked up!" Cuddy nuzzles the creature.
Returning to the subject, you continue in nonchalant mode. "So, um, now that you bring the subject up, I don't suppose you could tell me where the begonias are, could you?"
"Nope."
"Well, why the devil not?" you say losing the non-c bit.
"That's my ticket to orphanage funding, that's why. No, I'm afraid that will just have to be my little secret."
"Don't wives share secrets with their husbands?" you say, clutching at straws.
"Not if they want to set the proper tone, they don't. Hey, I'm going to put Aggie back down on the floor now, ok?"
You need no further hint. You high tail it out the door and head off to investigate
You glance both ways down the corridor, then try the knob. The door obligingly opens and you quickly slip inside.
"Yipyipyipyipyipyipyipyipyipyipyipyip!" comments the dog Agamemnon, flashing his sharp Scotty teeth.
Let no one say that the Postletwaites can't react quickly when in crisis. In a flash you find yourself perched on top of Cuddy's vanity, feet well clear of the snapping jaws below.
Satisfied, Agamemnon lies back down, keeping a watchful eye on you.
"Good boy!" you encourage, and slowly move your foot toward the floor.
"Yipyipyipyipyipyipyipyipyipyipyipyip!" insists the beast, who is across the room in a flash. He tosses in a few snarls for good measure as you obligingly retreat to your sanctuary.
You pause for a moment to contemplate the situation. Said contemplation continues for an hour or so until Cuddy walks back in.
"Petey, what are you doing to poor Aggie? Awwwww, come here Aggie," she coos. The deceitful beast wags his tail slowly, and giving you a baleful glance, whimpers slightly.
Cuddy glares at you. "Really Petey, it's not funny to tease him like that. Anyway, if you're looking for the begonias, they're not here. I hid them."
"Oh?" you say, affecting nonchalance while you absorb this information. "Actually, I was just dropping in to play with dear little Aggie." You reach a friendly hand toward the dog. He snarls and bares his teeth.
"Geez Petey, you've got him all worked up!" Cuddy nuzzles the creature.
Returning to the subject, you continue in nonchalant mode. "So, um, now that you bring the subject up, I don't suppose you could tell me where the begonias are, could you?"
"Nope."
"Well, why the devil not?" you say losing the non-c bit.
"That's my ticket to orphanage funding, that's why. No, I'm afraid that will just have to be my little secret."
"Don't wives share secrets with their husbands?" you say, clutching at straws.
"Not if they want to set the proper tone, they don't. Hey, I'm going to put Aggie back down on the floor now, ok?"
You need no further hint. You high tail it out the door and head off to investigate