Tiny though the puppies may be to the giants, to Imogene they are everything. Every size, every shape of the small world she has ever seen in her one day of life thus far. They are eternal, massive and gawd help her, hungry.
Imogene leaps to the window sill to plot her next move.
Hair a spry, tail frozen with the knowledge that her first day on earth may be her last, she tries to imagine her way out of this.
If only she weren't alone in this world. If only there were another brain to help her transfix this emergency into comedy, change this fear into giggle, this nutty hair cut into something worth living for!
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