The Howling Wolf

Li Du left with Ah Ow, her bed, and toys, as Sophie stood at the door, looking wistful and sad—just like a mother staring at her departing child.

Ah Ow was a heartless little fluffball. Having eaten and drunk her fill, she was curled up in her bed, snoring loudly.

Li Du put Ah Ow in the car; Ah Meow and Crispy Noodles were confused. Ah Meow looked Ah Ow in her bed, and then looked at Li Du, and then cried out, "Meow! Meow!"

"Stop complaining. She will now be living with you guys as your little sister—your little playmate."

"Meow! Meow!"

"Daddy still loves you the most. Stop howling—please, dear boy? Look at how cute your sister is. She's sure to follow you around like a shadow."

"Meow meow!"

"Enough, enough. Why are you not stopping? What a pain in the *ss, it's not as if I don't want you anymore. She's not going to snatch your dried fish. Look at Crispy Noodles—see how sensible he is?"