Meg opened the back door, then stepped on the scrap of paper that almost fluttered away. She picked it up. want cukkies! “Oh, you do, do you?” Sure that whoever had left the paper was watching nearby, Meg stepped outside and shook her finger. “When someone makes a request for a treat, that person should say please. That’s the polite thing to do.” She waited, sure that the puppies or juveniles who had left the paper would come slinking out of their hiding places with their heads down and their tails tucked. But there was nothing but an odd silence that made her feel strange. Feeling uncertain
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