Tyrone Alone

“Be a good boy! On your bed! Back soon!”

“She’s gone! That was the front door shutting!”
Tyrone jumped quickly from his bed and peered out of the window, his paws on the window sill.

“Must be Math’s Monday. Marcie always carries that bag with all those funny squiggles on it, when it’s Monday.”

“Mmmmmm, free until lunchtime!”