MICAH: Hey, Merci, you sure are concentrating hard on something.
MERCI: I'm trying my paw at writing some fiction.
CYNDI: I bet it's a romance.
MERCI: No, it's a whudunit.
MICAH: If it's a whudunit, I know who did it.
MERCI: No, you don't. I don't even know whudunit. I haven't finished it yet.
MICAH: It's the butler; it's always the butler in a whudunit.
MERCI: But there's no butler in my story.
MICAH: There has to be. You need to hire one right away.
MERCI: But I don't want a butler in my story. It's about a poor family. They can't afford a butler.
CYNDI: I don't know. Micah likes to read. If he says you have to have a butler, you need to hire a butler so you can finish your story.
MERCI: Okay, fine. Micah, would you like to be the butler?
MICAH: No way! The butler always goes to jail. I don't want to spend the rest of my life in solitary.
CYNDI: I'm surprised at you, Merci. That is so mean wanting to send your own fursibling to prison.
MICAH: Come on, Cyndi, let's go look for a snack in the kitchen.
MERCI: Guys, I told you there's no butler in my whudunit. I was only trying to hire you because you told me I had to hire a butler and I can't afford to hire a real one.
PERCY: Hey, what's all the yelling about? You interrupted my nap.
MERCI: I wasn't yelling. I just said there is no butler in my whudunit and the next thing I knew, I was accused of trying to send Micah to jail for life.
PERCY: No butler in your whudunit? There has to be a butler in a whudunit. You need to hire one right away. By the way, what does the butler do in your whudunit?
MERCI: *taps Delete key* He disappears into thin air!