Pretty soon left, and a door in the other room closed.
The dresser had moved enough so that Rar could get a little different view, “Hey Dyson, I see something.”
“What is it?”
“I don‘t know.”
“Describe it.”
“It looks like a person’s face. There’s two of them, one over the other.”
“That’s the hole in the wall where I get my electricity.”
“I count six holes.”
“Right, I use three at a time. Another tail can be plugged into the other three.”
Rar was beginning to believe Dyson’s story about electricity. Maybe even the fire story was also true.
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