I gave my mom a little scare today. When she got home from work, I didn't greet her at the door like I usually do. Instead, I was hiding under the covers of her unmade bed. She called my name over and over but I stayed still. She looked all over the place, including under the bed, which made me giggle silently to myself. She didn't find me right away, but she did find the little present I left her on the floor, which I decorated specially for her with strands of grass sticking out of it. She warned me that I would get a tummy ache from eating all that grass last weekend, but did I listen? Nooooo! I could tell she was starting to get a little worried when she couldn't find me, so I decided to let out a little grunt when she put her bag on the bed next to me. She couldn't believe that I was able to flatten myself out so much that I remained unnoticeable... I've about had it with the fat cracks. Make your bed and we wouldn't have this problem!
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