“Mother will not be pleased.”
The comfy brown cushion that was rested in the corner of the couch was ripped into pieces among the furniture. Four sets of eyes scanned the mess made as their worry set in.
“Oh no, we’re going to be in so much trouble!” The barking from the living caught the attention of their owner. As she stepped in the house, happy to see her pets, her blue orbs followed where they barked at each other from and she narrowed her eyes. They pouted.
“I told you mother wouldn’t be pleased we wrecked her cushion.”