“C’mon, Sips . . .” she says, picking up the pie box. “I’ve got a surprise for you.” She carries it carefully, along with the lemonade cap of water. Once in the fish tank, he climbs out, smelling and touching everything with a left or right paw in case there’s danger. “It’s like your old place, just dry and clean.” But after a few moments, he’s bouncing on top of his blue castle, wanting to come out again.
