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The foot froze too and simply hovered there. Sugar stared at it for a long beat, her lip beginning to curl back from her toothless gums when her cousin's mouth snapped near the floating limb. She jerked instinctively, the foot disappearing from view. Her black eyes widened. Where had it gone? Had Weejay frightened it away?

But there wasn't time to sort it out, since Weejay was doing something else intriguing now: running in speedy circles around her. Sugar tried to follow her movement, little head bobbing on her equally tiny neck, until her black eyes were rolling and she sank to the ground, utterly dizzy.