Chapter 117 – Power Flop
Merlot bounded through the living room and landed on her purple fleece. It was a quiet morning. She scanned the room. Dad had taken her food tray and was in the kitchen. Breakfast would be served soon. All was right with the world. She had a good life. She was content.
Merlot flopped hard onto the fleece and rolled over on her back, feet up in the air in the “dead bug” position. It was a rabbit’s way of expressing content. It also looked like a dead rabbit.
Dad came into the room with her breakfast and spotted her on her back. He panicked, “Oh Merlot! Are you OK?” Merlot rolled back onto her feet. “Yes, Dad,” she thought, “I’m great!”
Dad breathed a sigh of relief. He said, “Oh good! You scared me! Here’s your breakfast, sweetie.” He gave his little bug a pet on the head.
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