I am not a toy!

A scary story for halloween. Part 1

It was just an ordinary day and everyone thought nothing was going on until Mama Angela and Papa started shutting all the doors in the house.
Then Mama brought up the carrier crates. Bertie said, "Oh look a cozy spot to lie down" and he walked right in the big one. For as smart as he is, sometimes he is not very smart, because Mama came over and closed the door and locked it and he couldn't get out!

Then Mama found Mommy Lucy and scooped her up and put her in another crate, and then Mama chased me around and it took her a long time but she did finally scoop me and then I scratched her good but she still put me in the other crate.

Now there were three of us in three crates in the kitchen. "Help us!" we said and Torii came around and sniffed at the crates. "Bertie's in a dog crate" he said and he laughed. "Woof, Bertie!"

"Let us out!" I said but Torii just snickered and walked away.

Then Mama and Papa came over and Papa said "I'll carry the girls if you take Bertie" and then they picked us up in the crates and opened the door and carried us outside where it was COLD and WINDY.

"Put me back in the house this instant!" I said.

"I would like to go back inside, please, I'm scared" said Mommy.

Bertie said, "Yay, outside! Now let me out of this crate so I can run around!"

But Mama and Papa did not let us out or even let us back in the warm house. Instead, they put us in the car.

"I wanna go home!" I said.

"Me too!" said Mommy.

"These two are really noisy and complainy" said Bertie.

But Papa started the car and we drove away.

...to be continued.