D.O.P.-T.

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I walked home from the bus by the back way and Woody, the little yellow cat, came to greet me, very eager for a full-body massage. But then he got a bit antsy and I started smelling an unpleasant smell. This is unusual for me; my nose basically does not work. However, as I continued home, with Woody following me slowly, I realized it was smoke, and started looking worriedly for the house on fire. Then I saw a house with the door wide open and a lady came hurrying down the stairs grasping a dead toaster in oven mitts, and planted it in the middle of the driveway. She reassured me that was all it was.