CHAPTER FIVE: WHEN YOU GET HIT IN THE HEAD WITH A FRYING PAN

Hamilton got up. "Ewwww..." he said. "What’s this weird green thing on my face?" He scooped some up and put it in his mouth. "Hmmm?" he said, tasting it.
"Baby food?" he said, confused, and disgusted because it tasted HORRIBLE. "Meow...” said someone. "Hmmmmm?" said Hamilton, looking around. Then he saw Harper standing in the cupboard, looking at him. "Uh oh..." said Hamilton because he knew Harper LOVED his baby food, and now it was all over him. Harper came closer. "Nice Harper..." said Hamilton nervously. Harper came even more closer. "Please don’t come to me..." he said staring at Harper. Harper stopped dead. He looked up at Hamilton’s face. He crouched down. Hamilton was now very scared. Harper got lower and suddenly...pounced! He landed in the pot. He looked up at Hamilton’s face and licked his lips. "Oh no, oh no, OH NO..." said Hamilton, closing his eyes, waiting for Harper to jump. And indeed, Harper jumped, and started biting Hamilton.  "OW!!!!" shouted Hamilton, trying to hit Harper off, but he had no luck.
All that racket woke up Uncle Hamilton. "Huh?" he said, picking up a pan and going closer to the pot. The pot was moving and rattling. He got closer. Harper bit Hamilton’s
tail. "OW!!!!" he screamed, jumping up. "AAHHH!!! MONSTER!!!" yelled Uncle Hamilton, who thought Hamilton was a monster because he was covered in green baby food. He lifted the frying pan and hit Hamilton in the face. Hamilton flew backwards, out of the pot, and broke through the window. He landed outside. Uncle Hamilton really had a
strong swing. Uncle Hamilton looked in the pot and saw Harper. "Aww, poor Harper...what did the monster do to you?" he said, picking Harper up. Harper smiled evilly as Uncle Hamilton carried him out of the room...