Twinky sat in her cage totally upset by what Damian had said to her. All her efforts had been so not good. Does he even realise how much she had to go through just to get his dirty tasks done? Why couldn’t he just do it himself if he wasn’t a coward? She knew Damian wouldn’t hurt her because he needed her more than ever. He had a bad temper and a sharp tongue, but he would never hurt her. Hurting her would be his loss, since he was really lazy to do anything himself. As she drew meaningless images on the cage floor singing softly to herself, she caught sight of Gideon walking in with a large bowl of oil. They never got a large bowl of oil unless there was going to be a feast. They rarely caught the animals they wanted…but it seems they had eventually.
“What animal was caught?” She asked
