Talk:Minotaur/@comment-26949309-20170308052108/@comment-30700719-20170417033920

I sigh and walk into the other room. "Why? Why me? Every time, this happens. Every time." I pace up and down for a while. "EVERY TIME!" A startled grunt comes from the living room, then a yelp of surprise, followed by clopping noises. She comes walking in through the door to the kitchen, fist raised. I duck behind the counter. Today was not a good day to wear the Gryffindor pajamas. I can hear her slowly walking around, with the lights still off. It seems like she's trying to be sneaky, but with those hooves, it's like trying to sneak a horse through an aircraft hangar. I slowly crawl around the counter, keeping it between me and her. When the way is clear, I spring up, snatch a fork from the sink and throw it. The clang gets her attention, and I practically leap up the stairs to my bedroom, where Imlock the door and hide under the bed. Rapid thumping noises tell me she's coming closer. Three knocks, in quick succession. "Are you okay? I think a burglar tried to steal something!" I call out from under my bed, "I'm sure you scared him away!" She chuckles. "Well, good night." She thumps back down the stairs. I wipe my brow, heeding my good fortune.