Bob had found an empty bottle of caviar under the rug. He had enough; he lifted a chair from the table and right when he was about to throw the chair, a yelp squeaked from under the rug. A small, fat Chiwaua crawled from under the rug and had caviar on his face.
"Mr. Squeaks!" Bob screeched, putting the chair down. "I thought you died 10 years ago!"
Bob hugged Mr. Squeaks close to his chest as he went to bed.
THE END
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