He crept onto the porch, quiet as a mouse. It was about two in the morning, and pitch black outside. He tiptoed to the door, gently turning the knob, locked. Just his luck.
He paced the porch, thinking, thinking… Ah! The window. He should try the window. He walked to the window, the one right above the couch, and gently pushed up.
It opened, and with a soft creak, he opened it wide enough to crawl in. How very fortunate. He slid through the window, thudding gently onto the couch.
He closed the window, and crept through the living room. The lights came on behind him and he stopped dead in his tracks.
“Where the hell were you?” Whispered a voice in an absolutely lethal tone.
His stomach dropped as he slowly turned to see his mother, staring him dead in the eye, with a look of absolute pure malice.
“I, uh, Well…”
“Save it. March your ass up to your room, and stay there. You had better thank your lucky stars it was me who found you and not your Father, but I promise you, he will be hearing about this. Enjoy your last night of freedom, son.”
She growled with such venom in her voice the hair on the back of his neck stood up.
“Yes ma’am. I’m sorry…”
He slunk up the stairs with his tail between his legs, and closed the door without another word.