Not Worth The Prank

Zoan looked at his watch. It was five in the morning now. One more hour and the crew would be starting to show up. He watched his niece. She was still sleeping. That wasn't unusual, but she was so still. She'd been a little roller usually at night.

He watched as Juniper came over toward him. "She slept well."

Juniper looked toward her. "She's not up yet? Rolling around, scratching in her sleep?" He moved toward her. He picked up her arm. It flopped down.

Zoan didn't like that at all. "Hey?" He poked her ear. "Hey!" Oh no. No.

"Hey, hey!" Juniper was also trying to get a response. They got a response, but it didn't sound good. "Hey? You feeling okay?"

Her ears turned down and she got sick.

"Aw, poor thing." One of Sweetie's bastards was standing right there with a few more behind them. "No idea what happened to our pet wolf. You guys know what happened to our pet wolf?"