The Wizard of Paws chapters 17-18

Chapter 17
Diary of a Minion


Dear Diary, 
Don't ask how or even why, but The Wi Master somehow captured a human girl and three dogs. The girl has been put to work doing things that only opposable thumbs may accomplish, the dogs have been put to work like the rest of us. There's a silver one, a black one, and one with an odd pattern in his fur resembling a chessboard. He insists that it is a checkerboard. Master is convinced that it is a backgammon board and so we leave it at that. 
I have to leave now because the floors need to be scrubbed. 
-Coo-coo-ka-choo


Chapter 18
Plotting


"This is pathetic!" Checkers moaned. He had been harnessed to a wagon and was pulling things around the castle of the Witch of the West. "I am a respectable Scottish Terrier of Terrier Town, and I will not subject to this!" "Shush!" Destiny barked. She was scrubbing the floors of the castle using a little system involving the dogs strapping scrub brushes to their paws. "I'm trying to concentrate!" "I wonder where Werren is," Checkers said, gazing out the window. "Last I heard of him, he said something about be back in a fortnight," Destiny said, carefully rubbing at certain spots on the floor with the brushes and skipping other ones entirely. "That doesn't seem very efficient." Checkers nodded at the floor. "You'll see, you'll all see," Destiny muttered, scrubbing away. 


As for Dorothy, she was in the hall outside of the Witch's room, pacing back and forth and contemplating how, exactly, she was to go about freeing all of the original subjects of the West who called themselves Tiddlywinks, freeing herself, the other slaves, and her friends, getting back into the Emerald City in one piece, and fixing all of the broken doors in the castle. The Witch informed her there were about forty-two. Come to think of it, Dorothy had never even seen the Witch. 


Werren was in the basement, herding all of the rats into a corner so he could get on with dusting. To dust, the dogs had to throw a rag like a boomerang at spiderwebs and they had to wear socks on their paws. 
Werren got sick of this after about fifteen minutes and the third time the rag had gone careening off into the bushes outside the open window. Using his teeth, he tore the socks off and ran upstairs. He could easily blend into the shadows and remained generally unseen. 


{AHEM. Most horribly sorry, but it is 11:00 PM, and I am tired, and this chapter is getting longer than anticipated. So, I have to leave you all in a cliffhanger.
-The Chanagement}