QuickWords
Don’t Worry About It
Garfield pruned his feathers, forgetting how in character he could become when being an animal. When the passage way opened he shook his head and hopped off Rachel’s shoulder, becoming human once more. “I’m pretty good at catching stuff.” He agreed, becoming a “golden” retriever. “See? Get it because imma retriever.” Garfield felt the joke was funny even if it was a pun.
Garfield felt like the joke was necessary to lighten up the mood until they came to the crossroads and he sniffed around the floor. “Something smells funny…” He agreed before running off with Rachel as the hallway behind them was incinerated by the explosion that blew them into a huge empty room.
Garfield groaned and nudged Rachel with his nose until she got up. “I guess that means you’re the retriever now.” He said, thinking her catch was just as good as his. Garfield was glad this room was lit as well as he pattered around, sniffing for anything else that was out of the ordinary. “Uh Rae…is something missing in here?”
Garfield felt like the joke was necessary to lighten up the mood until they came to the crossroads and he sniffed around the floor. “Something smells funny…” He agreed before running off with Rachel as the hallway behind them was incinerated by the explosion that blew them into a huge empty room.
Garfield groaned and nudged Rachel with his nose until she got up. “I guess that means you’re the retriever now.” He said, thinking her catch was just as good as his. Garfield was glad this room was lit as well as he pattered around, sniffing for anything else that was out of the ordinary. “Uh Rae…is something missing in here?”