The story of smart parents and a sickening dog

A chewed white lollipop stick. On my bed.

I threw it away in the wastepaper basket in my room. The next day, it appeared again- On my bed.

Made the effort to throw it in the dustbin in the kitchen and it made a miraculous appearance on my bed after 2 days.

I glared at Vodka ~ who seemed to sense it, gazed up dreamily from her sleep.
I rounded her up and thrust the offending stick into her view.
“Where did you get this from? Tell me! Tell me!”

With a big, lazy yawn, Vodka turned on her back and exposed that big fat belly for some stroking and petting. I rolled my eyes in defeat and began to stroke her while baffling over the mystery. Where did the stick come from. Who brought a lollipop back? Why does Vodka love to chew on it so freaking much?

This time, I decided to dispose it down the rubbish chute- once and for all.

One week later, that eerie Thing manifested on my bedroom floor, taunting me ~
"Yoooo hooo… I’m back!”

Apart from pulling my hair out, I remembered flinging it hastily out of the window, while pondering over the rationality of me under a spell. Someone is… spying on me with that Thing! I am haunted!
Haa! Now, try flying back to me now!
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Needless to say, just like in the horror movies, when one thought she was safe from the monster, it usually came back in full force for her.

This time, after 2 weeks, it made its appearance with its partner.
TWO. White. Chewed. Sticks. On. My. Bed.

This is no longer mystery for a junior to solve. I needed urgent back up.

‘This. Have been appearing on my bed for months. I really need you guys to tell me what it is. Now.”

My parents looked up quizzically from their newspapers, then to that Thing on the table.

Mom stifled a laugh while Dad examined that Thing under his large glasses. Then they looked at each other for a moment before Dad said in a most, as a matter of fact tone:
“This must be a cotton bud stick.”
“What?!”
“Vodka must have going through the rubbish bins for these cotton buds and chewed off the ends. On your bed, that is.” Mom hurriedly offered her invaluable input.
“You mean… those cotton buds that we use to clean our ears…? Those soiled ones?”
“Yeah.” Dad folded his arms in satisfaction.

Our eyes fell on that disgusting culprit that was lying by our feet, furiously licking her belly; totally oblivious of the trouble she was in now.

VODKAAAA!!!