There was This Tail. It belonged to Jack. But he left it right there in front of me. Right above the bed where I was sleeping.
I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t help myself. I couldn’t resist.
But every time I moved closer to The Tail, Mom sounded Very Angry. I would never hurt The Tail. But I wanted to pull it Just A Little Bit.
Then Jack moved. And The Tail moved, too. Oh Well. Maybe next time.