Even before the door opened, Sam smelled the acrid piss and shit. He'd forgotten there were nine until Suzie and Pete, two grinning toothpicks in the midst of battered animal chaos, foundlings from shelters or streets transformed into children. Blind Simba and three-pawed Old Faithful. Peabody. Parslet. Tilly. Marley. Jolly. Joy.
Suddenly, Sam realized his friends were extras; in reality the home belonged to the motley crew of wounded pets. They were in command. It was their kingdom. These two humans were nothing more than slaves who'd spend their lifetimes in subjection to these testy beasts.
Suddenly, Sam realized his friends were extras; in reality the home belonged to the motley crew of wounded pets. They were in command. It was their kingdom. These two humans were nothing more than slaves who'd spend their lifetimes in subjection to these testy beasts.
