We're All Ears!
“Dogwood, what’s going on?” Mom asked as I tugged the robber’s shoes, keeping him secure until the cops arrived. “We heard the harmonica, and it sounded so much, uh, different, than usual and we thought we would check it out. Why are you chewing on this gentleman’s shoes?”
Knowing I couldn’t take the chance of letting go of the criminal to answer Mom, I looked at Chloe to explain.
“Well,” Chloe began, “Woody and I were walking through the neighborhood, staying on the grass and sidewalks when we saw this man break through the window of this house. A few minutes later we saw him leave the house, so we decided to capture him and hold him until the cops arrived.”