Annabelle stared in disbelief at her family room. The wooden floorboards, bare yesterday evening, were now strewn with litter – one of her black fluffy slippers, almost chewed beyond recognition, the torn cover of the novel she was reading, half the contents of her washing basket, and an ominous-looking puddle.
In the midst, sound asleep on her son’s blue-checked shirt, lay the culprit.
But even as a wave of annoyance swept over her, the
