A mysterious yellow puddle was noticed on the living floor this evening.
Not dry, by any means. Still wet. It wasn't a recent puddle. No, in fact, it was strangely... cold.
Daddy swears he hasn't let me out of his sights all day.
No one saw me do it. No one knows when it appeared. I'm not sayin' it was me... I'm not saying it wasn't me. I'm just sayin'... you don't not know that it wasn't not me.
But if you ask me, I blame it on Daisy.
She must be haunting the house.
Yep. That's my story, and I'm stickin' to it.