Juno went through the mail today. She found her vet bills.
"These vet bills were mailed third class! I ain't comin' on that tab."
Got it. But what's the deal with going postal on the rest of the mail?
"I know. It looks like a first class disastor. But I have no idea how this happened. If I'm lyin' I'm flyin'."
Um, Juno, by the looks of that propeller tail, you're about to take off so that must mean ...
"Look, I ain't saying you're wrong, but I ain't saying you're right either. Why don't you bug 'ole Motormouth back there with all your questions?"
Anticipating Juno's accusations, Loki parked himself far away from the scene of the crime.
"I don't know beans about this crime, Mom. My paws are clean!"
For the record Internet, I've left Loki home alone in the entire house many times, and have always come home to a neat and orderly home: nothing chewed, eaten or destroyed. Still, whenever Juno pulls this stunt, he keeps far away from the detsruction but acts remorseful as if he's sorry for not being able to stop her naughtiness.
Sigh. Never a dull moment at Wild Dingo.
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