Torn paper litters the floor. New toys and treats are scattered everywhere.
Not a soul in sight, but a bout of laughter fills the air.
Through the perilous field of bounty you tread, toward the wondrous call of cheerful hearts.
What could cause such joyous sounds?
You reach the source, and find your sister there.
And her reason for so much laughter?
The cat had gotten all tangled in ribbon, and now purrs in a discarded box.
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