“Queequeg wake up”
You open your eyes to see daddy
Standing over you
You yawn
“Hewo daddy”
“Did you sleep okay?”
“Queequeg hab bad dweamsy”
“Oh I’m sorry buddy. Maybe some breakfast will help you forget all about it “
“Daddy am shuga bew an babbies safe?”
“Of course buddy”
“Am munsta wady gone?”
Daddy pats you on the head
“ she’ll never bother us again”
Daddy tells you he has a special surprise for you after breakfast
You eagerly eat your kibble wondering what the surprise could be
After breakfast daddy takes you
And all the other fluffies for a ride in the car
Several hours pass and you pull into a long gravel driveway with an old house at the end of it
A pretty lady in a white coat answers the door
“ you must be Queequeg “
The lady invites you and daddy into the house
The lady introduces her self as Vicky
“Hey Queequeg why don’t you and your friends go play with the other fluffies while I talk to your daddy?”
Vicky leads you out to the backyard where there are more fluffies than you can count
A blue fluffy mare with white polka dots comes over to see vicky
“Hewo mumma”
“Hello Cindy “
“We have visitors ”
Cindy looks over at Queequeg
“Nw fwiend!”
“Cindy this is Queequeg “
“Wow him am big fwuffy”
“Cindy I’d like you to show Queequeg and his friends around the farm and introduce them to the others “
“Yus mumma”
Vicky comes back in the house
You both sit down at a table and discuss how you plan to proceed
“So how long were you planning on Queequeg and the others staying here?
A few days?
Few weeks?”
“I honestly don’t know”
“That woman who broke into my house wasn’t just some random abuser”
You fish your phone out of your pocket and open up a picture you took of the lock picking kit
Emblazoned on the leather case is a stylized canary
Vicky sighs
“That definitely complicates things “
“I’m assuming you sited castle doctrine for the police report?
“Yep”
“You say that as if you didn’t just kill somebody last night”
You look out the window at Queequeg and the other’s playing
“Nothing of value was lost”