I tossed my book down, swung my legs off the bed, and
And what was that noise?
Some sort of grunting or mumbling or something was coming from downstairs, the sound filling my head full of horrible pictures.
But wait! Wouldn't the dog have barked? He barks at everything else....
I hesitated at the first stair, calling myself all kinds of foolish. But the mumbling and the chomping? Was that chomping? noises kept going.
I had to save him. Or at least find out what was going on.
Halfway down, creeping noiselessly down the narrow treads...heart in my mouth.....
Bear: (noisily) Aw, hell!
And all thoughts of saving him from certain death were stopped dead in their tracks by the sight of my husband - thankfully in one piece -
playing video games on the livingroom floor.