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A dog in dire hunger

1:30am

I woke up from my tranquil slumber and sat ramrod straight. Ah, pitch black...time to take those dog biscuits Newly have been supervising on. Ha! I wouldn't have to care that asinine dilating eyes and his dour disposition! Who do he think he is? A dictator? Huh!

1:32am

All right, I have been digressing. Now it's time for my clandestine mission. All I have to do is to scurry to the dining table, jump up onto the chair and then to the surface of the table. The tin might be tightly closed though...never mind, I will do what I can!

1:34am

Okay, here I am. But in a predicament. I am next to the tin but there is no way to open it with my 'petite' paws. A dimwit you may call me, but I'm not. I will open the lid and eat the biscuits, leaving none. I am so famished and my owner Newly yet has ever been hard-nosed about food. He would say - Food? No doggie! I have given you food in the morning! You have to wait till evening! I am very busy at school and I have millions of students to care of. You doggie, don't eat so much till you burst! I don't have the time to redress it if it happended!

1:36am

Nonsense! I don't care about Newly's pretentious quip! I have to eat them up and tomorrow I'm going to show him that I'm sick because of hunger. That's for sure, I am affirmative.
But, emmmm, how can I open this lid? Help?

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