You see my great legs coming slowly towards you as you crouch behind a dust-bunny in the kitchen. I get close before you scamper away and find another hiding place. I call, “Where are you?” and you know better than to let me see you. Then I get close again, and you run off, just as my huge black boot is about to crush you. From a great distance, you see me round the corner and come stomping to you, my boot heels sounding loud on the board floor. At the last moment, you run away into the bedroom, but I see you and stalk you again. Like a cat, you run between my legs and out into the entryway, w... Show more