
Then, when Myst was inside, I played with him through the bag. Somehow, he got his claw stuck in it and began to run. He might have scared himself a little because he ran REAL fast. I thought it was great fun and I chased him.
To the rest of the family, it looked like a big Christmas bag was being blown down the hall. Suddenly, the bag zooms out of the hall into the living room. They could not see Myst inside. I was in heaven, chasing this as fast as I could.
The whole place was roaring in laughter. Humpf! Myst ran and hid under the sofa and I sat by that bag all day, hoping it would move again. It never did, darn it.
