Holly wondered what all the fuss was about. Why hadn't her master, Michael, seen her as she romped about his feet? Had he not heard her barking in answer to his panicky calls? Could he not feel her slither between his legs in an attempt to trip him up? All the way from the attic to the kitchen and then out to the garden, she had followed him, faithfully, and yet he seemed not to be aware of her presence.
That THING in the garden was aware of her though. She could sense it. And it frightened her.
(now back to Ceramix...)
That THING in the garden was aware of her though. She could sense it. And it frightened her.
(now back to Ceramix...)
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