The cat, dressed in a tiny trench coat and fedora, peered through a magnifying glass at the crumpled tuna can. The dog, lounging nearby, yawned. ‘Evidence! ‘ the cat hissed. ‘The culprit is clearly… *you*.’ ‘I’m just here for the snacks,’ the dog replied, tail wagging. The cat slammed a paw on the table. ‘This isn’t a snack! It’s a conspiracy!’ A breeze吹动 the curtains. The dog tilted his head. ‘Maybe the wind did it?’ ‘NO WIND HAS EVER BEEN THIS SNEAKY!’ the cat screeched. Suddenly, a shadow loomed. The cat gasped. ‘THE ENEMY! ‘ But it was just a squirrel, stealing the can. The dog blinked. ‘…Was that it?’ The cat slumped. ‘I… I need a raise.’
