The Paw-Polish Course

Flauschi decorated her claws with tiny berry-coloured dots. Puschel promised not to shake the table and to pass as quietly as a shadow.

Puschel“You won’t even notice that I was here.”

He lifted his paws especially high and placed them especially carefully—straight into a small washable dab of colour. A whole course of pink and blue pawprints appeared behind him.

Flauschi“True. Without the trail, I would never have noticed you.”

Puschel inspected his colourful nose and declared the path their new floor design. Flauschi shook her head with a smile and fetched the cleaning cloth.