Bed friend's

At the dining room, the atmosphere was mixed. It was gloomy for Patricia but normal and interesting for the others. When Harriet volunteered to go and ask Peter to come out for breakfast, Patricia was happy, thinking that he would agree to Harriet's request, but he didn't. He lied to Harriet, claiming he wasn't hungry and would eat later, but he did so for him.He sighed for the umpteenth time, digging his fork into the food but never eating it. The food was suddenly bland and had no taste. Peter in his room kept on sighing, not able to hold his frustrations any longer. He slept on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

"Why did I do that?" he asked himself, turning on the bed as if all the ants in the world had come to be his bedmates. "Why did we do this, pal?" He inquired of his wife, who was deafeningly silent."Great, that's really great of you," he yelled at his wolf. "You always push me to do such things and then go silent when things worsen," he said, clicking loudly and roughing his