Once upon a time there were bar stools in our kitchen.
Then, one day, Spencer leaned how to climb up on them to get onto the counter, where he helped himself to an endless supply of tap water and gloriously bubbly dish soap.
Now, the bar stools are all in the living room, guarded by this vixen. (Okay, she's not really guarding them, but they really are in there for an indefinite period of time because Spencer is kind of a monkey.)
The End.
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