The Chief Minion is anxious, one of the pterodactyl-esque creatures named Gloria is looking unwell. She returns to the house and reappears with my basket. PANIC! I'm not going to the V-E-T, no way, no more poking about in my nether regions, absolutely not. I skulk behind the hedgehog house and observe. Relieve washes over me, It appears the basket is not for me, the pterodactyl is kissed and gently placed inside. The other dinosaurs are squawking and the Chief Minion soothes them by stroking and scattering grain for them to peck. She leaves carrying the basket...
I hear the Chief Minion return. I greet her in the hall and she gives me a ruffle behind the ear placing the basket down near me. I look in the basket, it is empty. The Chief Minion is making herself a cup of tea, I hear a small sob. She is sad. She carries her tea and plops onto the sofa, I jump up and butt my head against hers, tears fall onto my whiskers, captured there shining, like small drops of dew. I push myself onto her lap, purring loudly and kneading that lovely soft jumper of hers. She strokes my back and becomes calmer, I'm pleased, a good job done.
It appears that Gloria has gone to the big Jurassic Park in the sky...
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