Bravery in the Face of Open Doors

THE CHRONICLES

Dear Chronicle,

Today, I was chasing Noodlefluff, my fuzzy hedgehog, down the hall when I noticed something alarming.

The closet door was open.

I stopped.
So did Noodlefluff.

We both looked at the door.
Something was clearly wrong.

I approached cautiously.
Then I backed up. (A proper investigation requires a safe distance.)

I barked once.
Nothing.

I barked again.
Still nothing.

Noodlefluff remained quiet, as usual.

I increased the level of the investigation.
BARK. BARK. BARK. BARK.

Mom came running.

She looked at me.
She looked at the closet.
Then she rolled her eyes, sighed, and shut the door.

I knew it.
There had been a problem.

Fortunately, I was there.

Mom didn't say thank you.

She just walked away, shaking her head.

I think she was overwhelmed with gratitude.