One cloudy day, Mr. Dude was reading his book, lying on his bed feeling comfortable. Then he heard a loud creak. "This can't be happening" thought Mr. Dude he got off his bed and glanced at it carefully. There was a gigantic bump under his rug. He wonder what is under that rug. This wasn't the first time that happened. Now he remembered, two weeks! It passed and now it happened again. He hated it loathed it. He didn't like it when this happened. Maybe he should move. Maybe that would be a good idea. He wasn't paying attention to the moving bump, it knocked him over and he landed on his bed. The little creature made a loud bark. Mr. Dude was unconscious for a moment. He got up and grabbed his smallest chair. He looked for the right spot to hit. This wasn't easy for him. This always happened. He decided to forget about it and then ask his neighbor if he has any bumps under his rug.
The next day, Mr. Dude went up to his neighbor and asked if he had any bumps under his rug, and his reply was a no.
Mr. Dude went back and sighed.
2 weeks later
There was something under the rug, again.
Mr. Dude saw it. He went to sleep, he was irritated. The little creature came out and went under his covers. He stared at Mr. Dude he licked him. Mr. Dude woke up, in a sudden. He finally knew what was the bump. Was a little brown puppy. He kept it as a pet.