Becca lifted her head off of her pillow and gave a yawn. After stretching a bit, she dragged her feet into her roommate's room. She shook her a bit and whispered, "hey, get up..." Ami groaned, but sure enough she got up from her bed to get ready for the day.
Fudge scrambled down the hall and jumped all over Becca. She pet him on the back, and chuckled playfully. Fuzzy strutted down the hall, looking for some attention from the two girls as Fudge growled at her. She ignored him and flopped on the ground, yet Becca just walked past. The two girls were about to get ready. "Sorry you two," she said, "but we have to get ready..!"
Fuzzy hissed accusingly at Fudge for not getting any attention. He made some tiny squeals as she scratched into the air continuously telling him to stay back. After some hesitation, they both pounced at each other, stumbling and rolling into tables and chairs as they bit and scratched each other. "That was your fault, you stupid dog!," meowed Fuzzy furiously, "you always hog all of the attention!" After that she ran into a guest bedroom as Fudge chased her.
Falling Action/ Resolution
And with that, Fudge gave one last feirce pounce towards Fuzzy. She staggered back whwere behind her was a miniscule table with a framed picture of Becca and Ami together settled. As he crashed into her, they both smashed into the table. With a deafening crash, the picture frame fell and smashed to smithereens. the two animals were panic stricken and jumped up at the noise. Becca and Ami hastily rushed into the room where the pair was, and wore a shocked expression.
"What did you two do?!," gasped Ami. Becca ran over to the broken shards of the frame to clean them up. "I guess we'll have to buy a new one...," she sighed. Ami grabbed both Fudge and Fuzzy and carried them into a bathroom. She set them down on the smooth tile floor and closed the door to a crack open. "You guys are gonna stay in there until we get back!," she yelled. Then she slammed the door shut. Fudge and Fuzzy just sat there, ashamed of themselves. Fuzzy couldn't bare to look at Fudge. She was still feeling salty towards him, but after wht happened, she didn't want to fight anymore. Neither did Fudge.
After about half an hour, the girls came back. Becca opened the door to the bathroom, and fudge immediately darted out. Fuzzy calmly walked out and nuzzled on Becca's leg, as she strokes her back. As Fuzzy left the hall, Fudge barked, "we shouldn't fight anymore, Becca loves us both!" "I guess you're right," sighed Fuzzy, "but I think she's mad because we broke her picture frame..." Fudge wagged his small furry tail. "That's another reason why we shouldn't fight, we'll just cause more trouble for all of us!," he explained.