Mulberry creeps up to the window of the farmhouse. She is afraid that she might get a muzzle in her muzzle if she makes herself known.

Peeking in the back window she sees a small, cute kitchen. Nothing seems out of place, and it actually looks pretty quaint and cozy. There is a table with a flannel cloth atop it with a small basket of some sort of fruit being used as a centerpiece.

There is a oven in one corner, and against the east wall is a cabinet that appears to house plates and utensils.

After glancing around to make sure she is alone she tries the doorknob. It doesn't seem to be locked.







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