Slappy- Dodging Swipes and Grabs

He stood on his little brown leather shoes. His hands shot out stiffly at his sides. He raised his grinning face at me.
And began to laugh.
A stab of fear made my chest hurt. I gasped — and made a two-handed grab for him.
Still laughing, he dodged away. The dummy spun quickly and ran into the living room on his spindly legs.
“You can’t get rid of me, slave!”
His voice was hoarse and tinny, from somewhere deep in his chest.
I dove at him. Grabbed for him again.
He scampered away. To the other side of the low coffee table.
“Don’t try to lose me again — or you will PAY!” he screeched.

- Slappy New Year!, chapter 24