When the Tiny Tyrants Take Over

Previously

…Drucilla laughed, a genuine, unforced sound. “Whatever you desire, my dear co-conspirator. For today, the street is ours. And tomorrow… well, tomorrow is another adventure, no doubt filled with new and equally absurd challenges.” She linked her arm through Sonya’s, and together, the sisters, covered in the glorious detritus of their latest triumph, walked home, ready for whatever the world, or their vivid imaginations, decided to throw at them next. The quiet had returned, but the echo of their adventure, the faint scent of peanut butter, and the memory of tiny paws scampering free, would linger long after the last hamster was safely back in its cage.