Moving On, the Loss of a Petpet I flew into Hiterkuna's room and found the young Zafara cradling a sickly
looking Meepit in her arms. She looked up at me, tears in her eyes.
The Allegory of the Oatmeal "Um, well, I was wondering if maybe you could
buy me a pirate paint brush, since I've been such a good Krawk lately," he wheedled,
a hopeful glimmer in his large yellow eyes. Sunny raised an eyebrow.