Asim shifted into his dragon, flew over the ranch, and nimbly touched down outside the barn where the emus were – or should have been. A growl of frustration escaped him when he saw the opened door of the barn. In the doorway, he could see one of the Grombots hanging by two of its arms, grinning at him.
“Curizan spit! Not again,” he sighed. “I swear if it is the last thing I do, I’m going to design a lock that you can’t undo!”
The Grombot blinked and tilted its head. Before he reached the opening, it disappeared. While the creatures normally moved so slowly that it was almost agonizing to watch, they were actually capable of moving extremely fast. As much as he hated it, he was going to need Pokey’s help to round up all the beasts. Shaking his head, he pulled free the communicator that h
