Felicia heard a noise, turned around, and saw Brooklyn scratching at the wall behind her.
"Brooklie, what are you doing?" she asked.
Later, he was going at it in another corner of the room.
Dolce didn't seem phased, and Brooklyn took a rest.
Then he went at it again.
And kept scratching and sniffing and barking. Maybe there are mice in the walls!Till tomorrow,
Love, Maia
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