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Slowly but steadily Jamie began climbing the towel. Once or twice her paw would slip, but she held on tight, and never once looked down. She had almost reached to top of the towel rack when two things happened very quickly.
First, the rain stopped with unnatural abruptness, and Jamie had barely enough time to realize that the "rain" had actually been someone taking a shower.
Second, a hand reached out of the shower stall and grabbed the towel, and Jamie with it. She looked frantically to her left and her right for a hiding place...
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!" screamed Lucy's mother as she felt Jamie race down her bare back, across her leg, and make a desperate lunge for the edge of the tub. Jamie never looked back; she raced with all the strength she could muster, barely avoiding a trampling beneath Lucy's feet as she ran to help her mother. Jamie reached her table and scrambled with all her might up the tablecloth, almost flying into her cage with a tremendous THUMP!
She could hear Lucy's mother telling Lucy about the "mouse" on the towel as she tugged and pulled at the door, finally latching it in place. She lay very still on her soft paper towel bed, listening to her heart pounding in her ears as Lucy's mother said "Wait a minute! That creature must have been Jamie. Is she out again?"
Jamie closed her eyes and tried to look as innocent as possible. She heard Lucy walk up to her cage and examine the door. "Jamie's door is closed, Mom. Maybe it was a mouse after all," she said. Jamie breathed a sigh of relief. She had made it...
Sometimes, of course, it is nice to have a best friend. Especially one who forgives you without even telling you she knows that you did wrong. A friend like Lucy.
Lucy never told Jamie about the small piece of wire, gnawed in half by a gerbil hungry for adventure, that she slipped into her pocket before her Mom noticed. After all, that's what friends are for.