Four-Legged Security Team

I’m going to have to bite you.
I hope that isn’t rude.
It’s just that I hate burglers.
Wait! Do you have food?

You broke into my house.
I hope I don’t seem coy.
So, now I have to kill you.
Wait! A squeaky toy?

The intruder has been neutralized.
She’s as dead as day-old fish.
Mom looked at me in horror.
She said, “That was your Aunt Trish.”

Oops.

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