Oreo loved bags. Plastic bags. Paper bags. Fancy bags. Trash bags. If it was a bag, Oreo was inside it. One day, his human brought home groceries and left a big crinkly bag on the floor. Oreo’s eyes lit up. “A masterpiece,” he whispered. He dove in headfirst. CRINKLE CRINKLE. “Magnificent acoustics.” He turned around inside the bag…
Which was a mistake. Because now the bag was stuck. On his body. Oreo froze. “…oh no.”
He took one step. CRINKLE. The bag followed him. He took another step. CRINKLE CRINKLE. The bag was chasing him. Oreo panicked. He sprinted. Now there was a full-speed cat running through the house with a noisy bag attached to him like a parachute.
CRINKLE CRINKLE CRINKLE.
He ran into the living room—
Bounced off the couch—
Did a full spin—
And somehow made the bag even louder. His human turned around just in time to see a flying bag with legs zoom past.
“Oreo???”
Oreo ran faster. The bag chased harder. This was a nightmare. Finally, he launched himself onto the rug and rolled.
Once. Twice. THREE TIMES.
The bag flew off dramatically.
Silence.
Oreo stood up slowly. Looked around.
Dignity: gone.
He sat down, licked his paw, and pretended nothing had happened.
His human was laughing too hard to breathe.
Oreo glanced at the bag…
Then carefully walked over…
Sat on it…
And whispered:
“I defeated you.”
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