Joe crouched behind the exam table, eyes wide. “Ma’am, I need you to very slowly step away from the hamster cage.”
Mrs. Delgado blinked. “But… it’s empty.”
“Not to Whiskers’ ghost it’s not,” Joe whispered. “He’s still mad about the Great Vacuum Incident of 2017.”
The air grew cold. The lights flickered. Joe’s left foot thumped uncontrollably.
“Oh no,” he muttered. “Not now, Flopsy. Not now.”
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