The Paw Thing

Mac walked over to the safe and opened it. Then he took out the black book and flipped over the pages. "Ah ha," he yelled. "Just as I thought." He pointed a long, skinny finger at Singenpoo. "You're the one. You're the one that gave them the recipe."Singenpoo crouched down in the corner. She was frightened by all the yelling.Mac had flipped his lid. He thought the cat had been reading his book. "Don't be silly," I said. "Cats can't read..."