Whiskers twitching furiously, Carson moved forward until the tip of his pink nose emerged from shadow. He was certain disaster lurked unseen, but one of the Family had deposited a golf ball size chunk of aged cheddar cheese in the trash and Carson just had to have it. If his nose was any judge - and it was - the cheese had aged for just over three years and originated from a place known as over the water.
Carson made a mad scamper for the first of the plain brown cardboard boxes. Squeezing against a corrugated flap that was peeling back from the rest of the rectangle, Carson set his eyes on the next leg of the journey toward dinner - a round red and white striped container that towered nearly to the seat of one of the Family's kitchen chairs.
Just as Carson made ready for maneuvers, his ears caught the thump of padded feet hitting the floor.
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