With Just A Single Thought

I've been away for a weekend of chillin’n’chattin’ with Middlesister.

Last night I asked Fester

“Did Thunderthighs do as I asked, take the hoover into the loft and get all the dust out from behind his bed?”

“Yes he took it up but it’s stopped working.    

We think the bag is full.  There’s a red light come on.”

“So you didn’t think to change the bag?  Or work out how to change the bag?”

“Oh no.”

“Three minds with just a single thought: ‘She’ll do it.’”

“Two minds; Ferretfingers wasn’t involved.”