"Two weeks passed and it happened again."
Mr. Henry sat on the couch reading the newspaper. He heard the soft hum of the furnace, the rustle of the newspaper, and his breath. But besides that it was dead silent. Then he heard a chatter and tiny feet. Two weeks passed and it had happened again. He looked around for the culprit. The he noticed the bump under the rug.
"Get out!" he yelled grabbing a chair. He hit the table and the lamp crashed on the floor. He tried hitting the bump but it was moving and he hit the floor instead, causing a dent in the wood.
"Get out!" he yelled again, one again hitting the wood and not the object he was aiming for.
"Get out!" he once again yelled hitting the floor. Crack. The chair broke. He threw it on the floor infuriated.
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