Chapter Seven: The Mansion

The mansion was deprived of life. Usually at this time of day it would be out scouring the city for toast, but on this today it did so not.

Pet was glad to be back home even though he was wearing a lawsuit.

"I look good," said the lawsuit.

Wondering why all of the furniture had sullen expressions, Pet commandeered the kettle.

"Where are your legs?" asked the kettle and offered Pet a moment's hesitation.

"Thanks," said Pet and ate it. "My legs are none of your business, kettle."

"All right," the kettle accepted and teed off.

"Good shot," said a voice.

"I try to take them as quickly as possible," commented Pet. He was prodding a wall.

"Yes?" said the wall and blinked.

"What happened to the mansion?" Pet started to walk around in circular circles.

"The mansion found it-uh and is now in another world," said the wall proudly.

"What, religion?" baffled Pet and abruptly stepped on a sentence.

The wall pulled off an ominous look and whispered, "A needle in a haystack."

"Yes?" said a needle in a haystack.

"That's odd," annunciated Pet and announced, "I've never noticed that there haystack."

"Been there since the mansion left," explained the wall diagonally. "It knows a lot about entropy."

"Who doesn't, eh?" said the lawsuit over a period of time. To compensate, it did an impression of Isaac Asimov.

"Good impression," said the voice. "I'm a compliment."

"Go away," badgered Pet.

Then the mansion burst through the wall in multi-colours.

"Ouch," the wall wallowed.

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