You sniff around and realize there
is not just a thief in your house, but a murderer. A neighbor was
killed yesterday, probably by the same person. You probably should protect
your owner. The same messge keeps running through your head:" Why
me?".
You
hate to admit it but you're scared. You remind yourself that your owner
forgot to give you a doughnut. Whatever is out there, he should take
care of it.
or
You're
tired but you head down stairs, half asleep.