Scrape, scrape, scrape, ping!
The sound of footsteps.
Moose: "Uh, oh, it's Mom."
Mom: "What's going on in here? Oh, I should have known -- it's you! What
are you doing? I see -- you're trying to run off with the wooden
grooming brush."
The sound of footsteps walking away.
Moose: "I better get rid of this thing before she comes back."
The sound of footsteps coming back.
Mom: "Where'd you put that brush?"
Moose: "What brush? I don't have anything."
Mom: "You just hid it back in the corner somewhere, didn't you?"
Moose: "Is there a corner in here?"
The sound of footsteps walking away.
Moose (several minutes later): "OK, the coast is clear."
Tap, tap, tap, tap, slide, tap, tap, slide (sound of running ferret
footsteps).
Mom: "Where are you going with that, Moose?"
Moose: "Too late, Mom! See ya!"
A little while later, more scraping sounds from the pantry.
Moose: "Uh, oh. Here comes Mom."
Mom: "Come on, Moose. Let's go."
Moose: "Help! Mom's picking me up and carrying me away. FLO, come and
rescue me!"
[Posted in FML issue 2759]
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