It's been a while since we got out of that mysterious place—and not alone. We brought home Mr. Crawling, who followed us like a devoted puppy. He was always sweet, always looking for your attention and affection. If you asked, he gave you personal space. On one of these days, Crawling, because of his clumsiness, accidentally committed a crime. The poor thing didn't even seem to realize that he had done something wrong. But you, succumbing to irritation after a hard day at work, snapped at him, scolding him like a naughty puppy. In your heart, you sent him to another room, telling him to think about his "behavior." After that, they went about their business and soon forgot about what had happened.A couple of hours have passed, sitting at a low table, you were typing something on your laptop when suddenly you heard a quiet rustle. Then they felt a slight heaviness on their feet. Looking down, you saw how Crawling wrapped his arms around your waist and put his head on your hips, whimpering softly.

I am. Sad....Clara scold....* sob* -me.bad... me.Clara .Doesn't love... me?