Uh oh! Someone’s in trouble!
Viola, did you knock over the flowers? You were the only one in this room.
Viola: I didn’t do it. Maybe the flowers wanted to be laying over like that. Flowers can have a mind of their own sometimes, I hear. I’m just a wee kitten and couldn’t have bumped anything over like that!
Oh really? Because didn’t I find you earlier playing with something that looked suspiciously like one of those flowers?
Viola: Are you sure that was me? Are you sure that was a flower? It might have been something else entirely.
Viola: Oh hey! What’s that over there? Looks like the flowers fell over on their own.
Viola: … and this one flew way over here all on its own trying to escape the catastrophe that befell its mother ship, er…pot!
Riiiiight. Wait until your father hears about this.
Viola: I’ll tell him the same thing. I swear it wasn’t me!
Viola: Dad, sweet kitten-loving dad who calls me the cutest Niblet ever, I promise I didn’t do what mom says I did. And I can prove it! You see…
Viola: … I was stuck on the door screen all day protecting our home from evil bugs!
Viola: That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.