“Around four o’clock, Grandmother looked over the dunes to Mr. Whiskers’s house. She heard a howl. Then his kitchen window opened suddenly and a bowl of something sticky came pouring out. ten minutes later the back door opened with an explosion of burned muffins that landed in the bushes. Soon after came a cloud of smoke, and Mr. Whiskers leaped into the yard with a charred pan and a small towel on fire.”
