Epsy lowered her head slowly and bumped her muzzle against the side of Zeta’s head. She purred and then nuzzled him. Zeta let out a sigh of relief and returned the affectionate gesture, rubbing his head against Epsy’s. It did not last long. Zeta had the things he had heard on his mind and he did not want to forget them.
“Epsy do bad thing …” Zeta suddenly said as though he were commenting on the weather.
Epsy staggered back in a panic.
