Or perhaps we merely imagined them, under the strain of our guilty consciences." But, when the box was lifted in the morning, Rusty bounded at one gay leap to Anne's shoulder where he began to lick her face affectionately.
Never was there a cat more decidedly alive.
"Here's a knot hole in the box," groaned Phil.

"I never saw it.

That's why he didn't die.

Now, we've got to do it all over again." "No, we haven't," declared Anne suddenly.

"Rusty isn't going to be killed again.