Text Bill

Brother must be running up quite a bill with these text messages he keeps sending us.  We got one a bit ago saying he heard the sewing machine, and demanding to know what we are up to.  Really, we stitch everything by paw!  It was the grandhuman on the machine, not us, and Brother ought to know better.  He's complained that he has heard the scratching of pencils and crayons as well, and has demanded we stop marking fabric and drawing patterns right away.  We are sure he has put listening devices all over the house.  We're surprised he hasn't commented on the heavier hoofsteps of our new horse brother, Clyde, who just moved in today, bringing us up to 774 siblings.  We have got to figure out how to locate those listening devices right away.