Balanced Inventory

Ch_010_000: Balanced Inventory

Weatherwax walked down the kennel where it kept the hirsute dynasty. It heard the sleeping sounds of its stock.

“Morning, Dusk,” huffed the dog softly into its old star’s cell. The old man rose stiffly and simply offered, “Thanks, I’m up.”

The dog continued down and hit Brother Good Hair’s door. “Good morning, Day. Time to get up, Baby.” Baby walked in from the side of her cell and simply offered, “Good morning.”

Weatherwax continued to the cell where they’d put up Brother Bad Hair. It did not see any movement inside at all.

The dog opened the cell door and walked inside.

Weatherwax barked, “Good morning, Brother? Are you feeling yourself this morning?” It made out Spock’s outline in the dark.

Brother Bad Hair simply stared back without moving.

The dog tried again, “Are you sleeping with your eyes open? I’m sure that’s been disconcerting for others?”

The dog finally noticed the bright red stain under Spock’s neck and the huge pool of blood on the floor. Spock’s neck was cleanly cut.