What's that? That very afternoon you were spirited away to Dear Chum Molly's house? For a weekend? Egad! Still, when you all got back home from your various weekends away late on Sunday night, the raw lamb was still there. It might have seeped a bit, but nothing to worry about. You checked the minute you got in the house, though your people didn't understand your sudden fascination with their bed.
They worked it out in the morning when they got up & threw back the covers. Phew! Wot a stinker!
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