Oh dear. Isis caught a rat today and decided to leave it on Father’s chair for him to find.

Honestly! I’m the one that feeds her and cares for her! You think she’d be bringing me these little gifts. Not that I’m all that fond of dead rats, mind you. I just think I react more reasonably than Father, who tends to bellow and become rather hot under the collar when he finds a dead rat in his chair. (Luckily, before he sat down!)

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