Also, it held a doll which exuded thrilling squeaks when gently bitten.

But these things, he knew full well, were designed as show-ring baits; not as free gifts.
No, the bag was his enemy.

And, unlike his few other natural foes, Lad had never been bidden to leave it unmolested.

This memory came to him, in the midst of his blues.

He eyed the loathsome suitcase through quizzical half-shut eyes, as it rocked and careened at his feet with every jounce of the car.