By Scáth Beorh
Mama Dog on her back, Lorelei with wire cutters.
Bloated and purplish, it looked like a grape. Lorelei withdrew tweezers. She dropped the lump into the sandwich bag. Satisfaction and horror were painted across her features. She dropped the helpless creature to the ground. She lifted her foot. It wavered before slamming down on the bag.
“Sissy!” Annabel ran to her sister, suddenly disinterested in her tea party. “Why you steppin’ on jelly, Sissy? I want some jelly …”