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]