ShiShi opened his mouth, which must have been the last straw—because King Yama gave a thunderous clap with his monstrously large hands. ShiShi froze midword. His apricot-colored tail grayed, and his mane, spiked from the flurry of danger since meeting King Yama, hardened. He was stone again, and still as a statue. “Arrogant guardian,” King Yama muttered. “The stone ones are always the worst. So entitled.”
Shishi turned to stone
