Oscar is exhausted from all the hiding and whining he suffered during the thunder and lightning storm that's been hammering the city all day. It was so bad he refused to poop at all this morning and dragged me back home as soon as he got about half a block away.
"Where is that coming from? It's like it's coming from...EVERYWHERE.
HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE?
Quick, wench, hide!"
For the next few hours he just glared at me occasionally as if dissapointed that I hadn't obeyed his command.
"The noise monster is sure as hell never going to catch me.
You get caught, you're on your own."