Hmm. Michaela was tired of the silly ferret. She yawned big, turning around to look over at Mummy and pouting when she saw that her Mummy was asleep. Hmph.
Tiptoeing carefully over to the couch, she climbed up beside the nice man that was her Daddy and tapped him on the shoulder.
"Psssst," she said in a whisper. "Is Mummy sweepin'?"