Yesterday afternoon, I looked around, and I saw that despite all the constant cleaning I do, there was some more thorough scrubbing required to get rid of accumulated grime. I was feeling kind of sorry for myself, so I complained to Bow that he wasn't keeping his pen clean enough, and that's why I had to scrub the floor. Bow watched me scrub and listened to me complain until he could stand it no more. Then he came and, silently, without saying a word or asking permission, he took the brush out of my hand and started scrubbing the floor himself.
He put a lot of elbow grease into it and kept doing it for some time.
I was so surprised!
Bow would never have done this if I had ordered him to. It was only because it was his own idea that it worked so beautifully. Later, I thanked him profusely for helping me, and he was so happy that I appreciated his help, he was practically jumping for joy
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