“Oh good! The horse came home after all. I knew we’d find a happy ending.”

"You're not even paying attention to who might be sneaking up on you!” I checked out all the windows, then I checked them again.

Pots clattered as she dug through the kitchen, searching for I-knew-not-what. She grunted triumphantly and pulled out the knife.

"Oh my dog! It's the shoopacabra!" I barked. "Let's get him!" I leaned hard into the leash and ordered him to run.