“I’m in trouble. big, big trouble!”
Gasping for breath, I crawled under a bed, frantically glancing over my shoulder. I heard a heavy thud,
followed by a shower of smaller thumps. It must have knocked down a trashcan or something . . .
I begged in my head for the thing not to mess up my dining table. I spent countless hours meticulously
setting it for dinner with some colleagues of mine.
A loud crash followed by the crunching of glass. No such luck . . . I could hear loud munching. The thing
was feasting on . . . something. I prayed it was only the food.
“Ok, fine, you could take the dinner. Just leave me alone!R