What a failure. Now, I had angered my Owner and I could be sure that his revenge would be something fearful. That night as I lay shivering in bed I tried to think if there were still not some way of redressing the situation. I crept out of bed, tiptoed down to the parlor, and opened the drawer of the desk where my Owner had most likely put his notebook. I found the book and took it out. I riffled through the pages until I came to the place where he had jotted down our requests for presents. I licked the notebook pencil and wrote in big letters "Kamineko". This accomplished I returned to my bed. I had not the faintest wish for "Kamineko". In fact, I would actually have preferred a Tuna. But it was obvious that Owner wanted me to swing "Kamineko", and my frantic desire to cater to his wishes and restore his good humor had emboldened me to sneak into the parlor in the dead of night.