You hear a growl upstairs, foolishly go to check it out.
"Holy, Lord, that sounded like Fluffy! you say, going up
the stairway.
Dave shouts after you in a pleading tone, "Come on!
"Fluffy's been dead for months, theres no reason to think the
pshyco beagles took him in there."
This brings back harsh memories, of Johnie, the bully next-door
and his beagles, who you saw take Fluffy, into this house those many
months ago.
