Woof, woof. It is me Charlie. I am scared. I ran up the stairs to Carol Anne because I heard strange noises outside, and they hurt my ears.

It is nice up here, I can lie underneath the fan, and I am cool.

Carol Anne keeps patting me and saying it is okay boy, your okay.

I am safe up here. No strange sounds or people can come up here.

I will hide up here for a while until I feel safe enough to go back downstairs again.

I heard my mom tell Carol Anne that I could stay upstairs with her so then when I heard her say that I was glad.

There were workmen outside earlier, and they had loud machines, drills, and other types of machines.

My ears really hurt because the noise of the drills are so loud.

Now if only my box of treats was up here!

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