“What is happening to him? Why is he not responding to me? I am so sorry I brought him here but please help me fix him!” I beg Mrs. Meadows and Mrs. Mildred. I don’t know what to do if something bad is to happen with Furby. Is he sick? Do elf imps even get sick? I don’t know! What if he dies? Oh my god!
A hand touches my shoulders. I look up to see Mrs. Mildred offering me a handkerchief, “We’ve already called Chairman Caspar and Annouri, I rest assured you they are finding ways to save your familiar.”
“But when? What if they are too late? What will happen to my Furby? He’s not responsive and can’t even talk to me!” I shout. My whole body trembles in fear for my little familiar. His small round form doesn’t hold the usually plumpness. He’s like a stuffed toy without the stuffing now. He
