Sara knelt down to find the plastic wrap in the cupboard. Ah! There's the stuff. The poor girl hopped straight up to her feet, and I mean straight-up. She had a sugar high, having devoured handfuls of chocolate almonds. Of course, Sara didn't realize this as she had just seen her new head shot. Rather than looking completely terrified like the first time, she only looked pained. Progress.
Speaking of progress, the cupboard watched, appalled to see her carrot top flying toward its door's corner. It lived a very social, but stable life. Every day plates, cups, and bowls moved in and out of it. The cupboard had only known human hands, several of them. It decided it didn't care for human hair.
If the cupboard didn't like human hair, it would despise Snowflake, a furry beast. Snowflake took a bath as she heard the WHABAM. Not the watery kind, but the licking kind. Her blue eyes traveled from the cupboard to the fridge where Sara took out an ice pack and pressed it to her head. She sat up, on four paws as Sara collapsed into a chair, groaning. Snowflake hopped on her lap and touched her nose to hers making sure it was okay. Dry. Not good.
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