She sat on the kitchen floor, looking up at the cupboard and polishing the floor with her rapidly-wagging tail.
She knew the surplus biscuits were kept in the cupboard. Her masters thought she was stupid, but she wasn't.
She thought about the biscuits within and imagined the door opening to reveal them. She thought hard.
The door flew open.
The big box of biscuits was visible on the top shelf.
She imagined the box falling on to the laminate floor and scattering its contents all across the kitchen.
The box wobbled slightly, but didn't fall.
She thought harder. Her head hurt and a droplet of blood trickled from her nose. She let out a high-pitched whine.
The biscuit box rocked back and forth and then dropped down to her level. It hit the floor and burst open, showering treats all across the room.
She spent the whole day eating biscuits.
It was the greatest day of her life, or should that be the greatest week?
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