When the Tiny Tyrants Take Over

Previously

…“Come on,” she said, nudging Sonya playfully. “I think this calls for a celebratory ice cream. And perhaps, a detailed debriefing on the finer points of rodent linguistics.” Sonya’s grin widened. “Only if we get extra sprinkles.” And as they disappeared into the house, leaving behind only the faint scent of grass and the lingering memory of a great hamster escape, Maple Street breathed a collective sigh of relief. The tiny tyrants had been returned, the rivalry had been (temporarily) quelled, and two sisters, in their own wonderfully chaotic way, had once again proven that sometimes, the most extraordinary adventures began with the most ordinary of mishaps.