Sleepover

I begged Mom to let us sleep on the living room’s newly installed, super-plush carpeting. Reluctantly, she agreed.
Carol, Sandy, and I rolled out the sleeping bags. We respectfully followed Mom’s rules: NO food or drink, NO shoes, NO dog. After the requisite giggling and chattering, we fell asleep.
In the morning, Sandy and I noticed that both Carol and her sleeping bag were gone. We next saw a large, damp stain on the beloved carpeting.
Carol’s parents had picked her up in the night, we learned. The barf-encrusted sleeping bag had been thrown, violently, in the side yard. It remained there for weeks, untouched by anyone except the dog.