Emily found herself moving along with the two. She tried to speak a few times, but nothing came out but barks, arfs, and whines..and she was distracted by the feeling her bones were shifting with each step, to the point she was barely listening to Stacy ramble on at Mikey. She hoped that after the walk, Stacy would forgive her and put her back to normal. Unless she was going to find a new Mommy.
After they walked around the block, Stacy leaned down, and whispered into Emily's ear. "You shouldn't have been naughty, Emily. But don't worry...the Gibsons are going to take good care of you....but I think Emily isn't a good name for you....I think I'll call you...Elmo...like from Sesame Street."
No...please...Stacy...I'll be good. Emily thought. I'm sorry...
"I know you'll be good from now on," Stacy said. "You were a bad mommy," she said. She turned. "Gonna need a new mommy," she mumbled to herself.
She turned her attention toward the Gibson house.
