Out of the room

“Get over there.” The girl said, pointing towards the door.

Tim crawled over to the door. The girl opened it, but then shut it quickly.

“Almost forgot,” She said to herself, “mother doesn’t like pets running wild.”

She scurried back over to the nightstand and pulled a ****-chain collar from one of the drawers. She also withdrew a thin leather leash. She replaced the collar and chain that Tim had been wearing for the past several minutes with the new ones. She then reopened the door and dragged Tim from the room.

The room in which Tim now found himself was quite different. It was a dining room, with white chairs and a small white table in the middle of the room. A fat lady was putting plates down at the place settings when she noticed the girl.

“You have a new pet dear?”

“Yes Mama.”

“Oh well. Just as long as it doesn’t eat off my table.”

“Yes Mama.”

“There’s food for it in the pantry I assume?”

“Yes Mama.”

“And make sure it doesn’t whine or beg!”

“Yes Mama.”

“Now go wash up for dinner.”

“Yes Mama.” The girl jerked the chain and Tim followed her from the dining room. The room they entered now was a bathroom. The girl tied Tim’s leash to metal ring on the wall and washed her face and hands. When she was through she dried them thoroughly before untying Tim’s leash from the loop. She jerked it once again and Tim followed her as she led him out of the bathroom.

Once they were back in the dining room the girl’s mother looked back up.

“You don’t really expect me to allow that,” she gestured at Tim, “to sit in my dining room.”

“No Mama.”