But Scooter got out; he didn’t like to see Flossie upset.
(Scooter: “and I didn’t want to be squashed by her either…”)
I stayed put. What was her problem?
Later, Flossie tried to make a point about our own beds.
She fails to grasp that there is no Hers and Ours in this house.
There is only Ours and Ours.
Just as it should be.