And now he was being squeezed. Would this nightmare never end?
Yelping his complaint from inside the purse, Mad Sweeney, finally gave up and laid down. There was no good fighting her now. She wasn't going to let him out. What it was going to take, was a small degree of cunning.
Which was not at all Sweeney's strong suit.
Then again, he never expected to be stuck inside a purse as a little kickable sized dog, either.