Something was wrong with Nosy, the normally green Fluff was no longer the colour of grass; for some unknown reason it had turned bright red all over. Everyone was concerned, and Owen was running tests, trying to determine what had caused the dramatic change.
“Well?” Jack paced impatiently back and forth in front of Owen. “What’s wrong with it?”
“Beats me,” Owen admitted, scratching his head. “All the tests are coming back completely normal. Apart from being the wrong colour, Nosy seems to be in perfect health.”
‘Silly humans,’ Nosy thought to itself. ‘Don’t they know it’s Red Nosy Day?’