Wheeling Gull Isle take a backseat, or play pharaoh.

A final tug frees his beetle!

“YOU!” He screeches at his sister before placing his paws delicately around his most precious keepsake, Dinny’s gift! Now ruined! In a broken heap of baby-spit on the ground! He felt his own tears form and his chest pound up into his ears.

He whirls for her in a pure anger!

“I NOT SHWARE YOU! NO BEETUL! EVAH!” He screams his head off, inky little fur tips and tail bristling for the sky!

She was crying. Good! BIG mistake messing with him!

But along her lip forms a crimson droplet. In shock- he freezes solid.

What is that? Had he made it?