It was just another morning, and Fluffikins, Mr. Jingles, and Poof-Poof were waking up as usual to greet the new day. But something seemed out of place. Fluffikins sensed it first: That vague, gnawing feeling that something was different about one of them. She couldn’t put her finger on it at the time, but by the time she would piece together the horrific details, it would already be… too late.
Don’t tell me how it ends, Michelle P.