Boy, do I feel dumb! I thought the porta-prison was a new house for me and I eagerly ran in and sat there and looked all around. Next thing I knew, Mom ran over to it, locked the door and WHAM! I was off to see that man who first put my stitches in, then he yanked them out! He needs to make up his mind! And Mom better not do that to me again or I'll, I'll, I'll...well, I don't know what I'll do cuz I'm so sweet but I'll do something mean like hiss or maybe even growl. I'll show them!

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