You reach down to lift the mat and are surprised to find it warm to the touch. Before you can quite take this in, the mat lets out a low growl and twists to snap at your hand, and with a deep huff blows dust, leaf fragments and bristles up into your face. You pull away, eyes stinging; it slips under the door. The voice inside falls quiet. Footsteps approach.
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