Freckles waited a long time before she ventured through the bedroom door. She hopped over the threshold and stopped, surveying the hallway with suspicion. Her ears turned forward and sideways, her nose wiggled, and finally, after at least five minutes, she journeyed down the hall. Her hops were small and tentative at first, but as she gained confidence, she increased speed. She shot like a bullet to the middle of the living room floor, skidded to a stop, and carefully assessed her surroundings.