CEREBUS
Ellie flicked his muzzle gently.
“See?” she said, throwing her arms around him. “Totally harmless. He just wants syrup.”
Her father’s silence stretched. Finally, with a long breath, he said, “Only if he wears a harness. And a muzzle. All three heads.”
Ellie groaned, but she swallowed her protest. A win was still a win.
The Crescent Mall’s glass doors whooshed open, releasing a flood of perfume, fried food, and chatter.
For the first ten minutes, it was perfect.
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