EPILOGUE
Benji walked into the shelter with a tired sigh. He was just let go from another job. If he didn’t have bad luck, Benji wouldn’t have any luck at all. He was just getting ready to head to his room when he heard someone shouting, “No Tiny!” and a small rabbit came hopping towards him with an even smaller monkey on its back holding on for dear life. Just as he bent and grabbed the rabbit, a large mastiff came at him, knocking Benji to the ground.
“Charlie, no! Bad dog. How many times do I have to tell you not to jump on people? Well nice people, not the bad ones. Yorkie wants you to jump on the bad ones—unless—You’re not a bad man, are you?”
“N-no I-I’m not,” Benji stammered, as he looked up at the tiny man above him. He had the longest, prettiest, dark-grey hair that matched his
