He left a plate filled with a huge pile of steaks for Mojo to find.
Mojo had been enjoying his evening on the Château’s Garden, awaiting for his stony-like-friends to awake to find, perhaps, a paw ready to play with him. First, he searched for his best friend, the one with a long and white fur as golden flowers under the moonlight. But in vain. So, he diligently searched for the gentle-looking-biped, for he knew how much his friend needed to go out with him to chase away his melancholia. Once more in vain.
He dodged quite successfully unwanted strange-white-paws on his fur while suddenly spotting a delicious smell that made him drool in advance. Oh! That it knew what it was about! The dark-eyed-biped who so willingly offered him food he only succeeded to stole once to violent-bipeds’s food-places treated him again! What would it be this time? Oh! Beef… Was he allowed? He sneaked on the kitchen and then froze on spot, awaiting for his friend’s approval.
