Our friend Larson thought it was funny that you could rub your shoes on his carpet and touch us when we came over and shock the fire out of Moley and me. Then laugh his head off.
Especially the time it made me fart. Why is that always funny to men?
However, Larson is gone. Moley and I went over there and we could hear him scraping his shoes on the carpet all the way on the other side of the door. In fact he got so busy he forgot the doorknob was metal this time.
We heard a great whooosh! and when we decided to open the door ourselves, there was no one there...just this big shadow on the floor.
Guess he moved as we haven't heard from him in 2 years.