Harriet M. Welsch hid in the closet of rich Agatha J. Plummer's house, spying on everything that went on in the house and writing it down. But, keen Agatha had the sense that there was something wrong, there was someone in her house that just didn't belong.

"Go search the house," Agatha said to her maid, "and if it's a mouse, kill it!"

The maid then left. Harriet saw all this happen from her hiding place and shivered. Her blood ran cold. She knew she was going to be caught. She couldn't get out of the closet and leave, in fear the maid may see her. So she stayed there. Meanwhile, the maid was still searching around the house, looking for whoever the intruder is, and soon she came across the closet. Suddenly the closet door was whipped open, and the maid let out a bloodcurdling scream. Then she came to her senses. Having not been around normal people in a long time, she assumed the best thing to do was grab the intruder and bring her to her boss, Agatha. Harriet felt herself picked up by the maid, and not of her struggles did any good as she was carried away.

"Here is the intruder, boss," announced the maid, holding Harriet back.

"A spy, eh?" came Agatha's reply. "Hold her there." She then walked out of the room. When she returned, she had brought a coil of rope and a huge pair of scissors with her.

Harriet shivered even more, as she began to ponder her fate. With the maid holding Harriet back, Agatha wrapped the rope around Harriet's wrists, tying them together, and then cut the rope. She then wrapped more around harriet's ankles and finally tied a large knot where Harriet couldn't reach it with her hands. She then cut the rope, dropped what was unused on the ground, and then tightened the knots around Harriet's hands and ankles.

"So," Agatha said, "you like to enter my house and spy on me, eh? It would seem as though you like my house. In that case, I'll keep you in my house."

Harriet struggled against the ropes, trying to free herself from her bonds, but it was useless. They were tied too tightly. Agatha then called for the maid to bring her a featherduster. 'What does she need a featherduster for?' Harriet wondered. 'I'm all tied up and can't go anywhere. What does a featherduster have to do with anything? Maybe she's just going to leave me here and take care of her house in the meantime.'

The maid then returned with the featherduster, and Agatha took it and placed it on the floor. She then grabbed Harriet's left shoe, yanked, and off it came. 'What the heck?' Harriet wondered. 'Why is she taking off my shoe? Has she lost her mind?' Agatha then pulled off Harriet's right shoe, threw it on the floor, and pulled off Harriet's socks, exposing her cute little bare feet.

"What cute feet you've got there. Are you ticklish?" Agatha asked after Harriet's feet were exposed. Harriet was to frightened to understand. Suddenly, Agatha moved the featherduster up and down Harriet's feet, causing quite a reaction from her.

"Heeheeheehee hahahahahahahaha!!!!!" Harriet laughed uncontrollably, as the featherduster reigned it's terror on her feet, and her toes wiggled.

"So, you *like* being tickled, eh?" Agatha returned, obviously enjoying this. She moved the featherduster left and right across Harriet's feet.

"Hahahahaha hee hee hee hee!!!!! Stah ha ha ha ha ha hop it!!! Heeheeheehee!!!"

"I didn't know you enjoyed being tickled so much. You sound very happy," Agatha teased. Harriet continued to laugh uproaringously as her feet were mercilessly tickled with the featherduster. She struggled to untie herself, but she could hardly move. She wiggled her toes as she laughed from all the tickling. Agatha then threw the featherduster away and ran her fingers back and forth over Harriet's helpless soles.

"Heeheeheeheehee ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!!!!" She put her fingers on the middle of her soles and started poking there. "Ha ha ha ha ha ha plee hee hee hee hee heese stah ha ha ha ha ha hop hit!!!! hi hi hi'll nev heh heh heh heh her spy hi hi hi hon heh heh heh you hoo hoo hoo ageh heh heh heh heh hen!!!!"

That was what Agatha wanted to hear. She then stopped and faced Harriet.

"So, you'll never spy on me again, you'll respect my privacy? That's what I wanted to hear. I'll stop tickling you so much. But if you want to leave, you have to do it yourself."

Harriet then paniced as she realized that Agatha wasn't going to set her free. She moved her hands and tried to free herself, but was unsucessful. She could hardly move her hands. She wiggled her feet and moved them about, but she was too tightly bound to do anything.

"Come on, Agatha, set me free? I said I'd never spy on you again. And I never will. I promise."

Agatha finally turned to Harriet and replied, "you really mean it then, I take it. I'll set you free. But if you come here again, you will suffer the same fate, and maybe I'll hogtie you instead."

Agatha then gave Harriet a quick tickle on both soles as she giggled, then began untying the ropes around her hands. She then stopped and left the room, leaving Harriet to do the rest herself. Harriet then untied her feet (it took a while), and put her socks and shoes back on, and went home.

That night she wrote in her spy notebook: "I always say, a good spy, never gets caught. Maybe I need to be a better spy. Agatha Plummer caught me, but I never imagined she would tie me up and tickle my feet! I should stay away from her for a while, and spy on her again later when hopefully she'll be in a good mood...."