"Snowball, go play on the sofa, Daddy needs to work."
Thomas Shannon held Snowball on the sofa, just about to let go when Snowball refused to loosen her grip on his neck.
Seeing her reluctance, Thomas Shannon sat on the sofa, bowing his head to look at her, "What's wrong?"
"Harry is not here..." Little Snowball said with an unhappy face.
Thomas Shannon suddenly remembered, Harry, that fellow acts like a mouse who sees a cat when he spots Gaby, hiding everywhere.
It was such a rush, he didn't have time to find Harry, so he didn't bring Harry over.
Now Snowball wants Harry, but how is he going to conjure up a Harry for her?
"Snowball, how about playing with dolls?" Thomas Shannon picked up a furry little bunny, trying to divert Snowball's attention.
Snowball pursed her little mouth, shaking her head, refusing in a milky voice, "No."
Thomas Shannon: "..."
