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"I got you a bed so you stop sleeping at the foot of my bed." Venomous instructed his minion, Fink.
It had become a bad habit of his minion.
One Venomous found troublesome as he would often forget she was there.
He placed the small dog bed he had bought her on the floor. Fink then curled up in the little bed.
Shortly after Venomous had left the room Fink was back on his bed like a house cat.
"Fink! I bought you this nice bed!"
She hissed.
"Fink! Don't make me get the spray bottle!"
"Not the spray bottle!"
He sprit Fink with the spray bottle.
The following night she curled up in the bed he had bought her.
When Venomous had dozed off and she was sure of it, she curled up at the foot of his bed.
The following morning when he awoke he noticed a lack of Fink in that bed he had bought her.
He tossed the covers carelessly as he got up and Fink hit the floor with a thud.
Perhaps you cannot teach a old minion new tricks.
He sighed as he ignored the sprawled out Fink on the floor and went to prepare himself for the day.
Shortly after Venomous had left the room Fink scuttled up onto the bed and fell back asleep on Venomous' pillow.
Despite his best efforts he knew she was not going to use that tiny bed.
Venomous sighed and put a small blanket over his minion.