Arnold looked down at his dog Marcy. “Where have you been?” Arnold said in low tones. Marcy responded by looking up with that guilty face that only dogs can convey. “What's that pile of shredded paper over there? Have you been naughty?” At the attention Marcy let out a short bark, her eyes looking sideways at the sofa. She wagged her tail.
Arnold looked at the paper pile which seemed to contain shredded newspaper, torn here and there, that used to be on the coffee table. He then recognized the corner of property deeds for the house amid some other legal certificates. At this Arnold gave a frown.
Using a stern voice Arnold said “Have you been interfering with my prized possessions?”
Just then the moving corner of a shredded magazine protruding from under the couch, captured his attention. Arnold looked on in suspicion as a scraping noise from under the couch soon was followed by the appearance of a mischievous furry head—the arrival of his cat, clawing furtively at the underneath of the furniture—the residue of shreds of paper nearby. Suddenly the cat then pounced out of there and as if in triumph rolled provocatively on the paper pile fragments.
“Oh!” said Arnold, “Maybe this debacle was a case of teamwork then.”
Both the cat and dog eyed him suspiciously.
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