“Cook, explain to me, in precise detail, how my mutton ended up standing on my table instead of steaming in my stew.” Father pushed the kitchen door slightly; yes, the animal was still on the table.
“I am quite curious myself, Sir.” The cook looked pointedly at Victoria and me. “The animal disappeared from the pen this morning. I’ve had the entire staff searching for its whereabouts.”
“I’m believe I’ve found it for you. Girls,” Father turned toward us. “Explain yourselves, please.”
Victoria tried to sink into the floorboards but I stood tall.
“We set her free and hid her in our room. Dorothy’s been with us forever; she doesn’t deserve to be eaten.”
Father smiled in amusement.
"Fair enough; but if she was hidden in your room how did she end up on my table?" Father asked. I blushed and tried to sink into the floorboards with my sister.