“You’ve got to help him!” Carrie screamed, grabbing the husky by his jacket-like fur.
“I’m sorry mam,” Husky shrugged, “That would be vandalism.”
The oddness of this statement caused Carrie to freeze for a moment as she tried to work out what the dog meant. She was snapped out of it, however, when John screamed;
“Claws?!” John held out his now padded, three-fingered hands. He clearly hadn’t noticed that he has also sprouted a pair of pointed ears.
“Man,” Husky chuckled in spite of the seriousness of these events, “You belong in the Anime section.”
Carrie lost it amongst all the panicking. It was as if a red veil shot over her eyes and engulfed her brain. She was pissed. She tightened her small hand into a fist and thrust it into the husky's face. The poor creature never saw it coming. He hurtled up in the air, smashed through the ceiling and out of sight. A few fragments of the sky dropped through the husky-shaped hole in the roof. Carrie then realised what Husky meant. She attached a conveniently placed lead onto the collar of the cat sitting next to her (Hm... I think I’ll get rid of that cat later...) and hurled him upwards. The cat flew out of sight, the lead extending comically until it yanked Carrie up through the ceiling with it.