I walked down the hall to welcome my son who was standing in the living room. He asked, "Where's Freckles?"
I pointed to the kitchen.
When he turned, he shook the sack he held in his hand. "I've got a present for her. Hope she likes it!"
He entered the kitchen just as Freckles flew around the corner and crashed into his legs. As he dropped the sack he was holding, a small twine ball came rolling out of it and bounced past Freckles into the family room.