Twibbles fled out of the flat, waddled hastily down the stairs (no rolling down, phew) and waited patiently by the door.
The humans sure were noisy today.
Pee on bushes. Catch some exercise (that belly) and eat rubbish (the best).
Kidnapped. Bite. Escape. 150 miles to home. Much fitter.
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