He could see her fighting with the monster. Without hesitation, Sammo attacked, but the monster refused to loosen its grip as she screamed.
Then the stringy-haired beast unexpectedly broke free from Sammo’s jaws and without warning struck him several times. Attempting to escape the counter attack, he struggled to gain traction on the wet floor.
As he slipped and slid across the floor, he realize that it was her hitting him. “Let go of the mop!” she shouted.
Sammo finally made it through the doggie door, only to poke his head back inside and watch as she and the mop swayed back and forth. “How was I to know they were dancing?” he wondered.
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