i was watching six moral tales, chapter 3,

and mister was getting bored, and later i realized, hungry. i was charmed when i looked and he was looking at himself, and me, in the closet mirror, and i realized he can probably see better in a mirror, since space is flattened in one plane, and i waved to him in the mirror, and i swear he matched his panting to the rhythm of my wave.

 then he went into the closet.

he smelled r.'s clothes, and jasper's hidey holes,

 snuffling, and rooting,

 searching and researching,

until he was satisfied, well, they're not here, but they sure smell good. and then he went back in.