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Sandy was waiting, biding her time till her moment came. One minute, two, three. Yashee put down her slice of pizza on the edge of the couch and leaned forward to grab her drink. The time was now. Sandy reached up and grabbed the pizza, immediately scarfing it down and barking happily.
“Sandy! No! You’re lactose intolerant!”
Yashee stood and tried to catch Sandy. She barked and ran. “Sandy! No! Stop being so naughty!”
Randy was waiting, biding his time till his moment came. One minute, two, three. The merchant’s cart rolled to a stop at the tree blocking the path. The time was now. Randy dropped from the tree, landing behind the driver. He held a dagger to his throat.
“No sudden moves, or I promise I won’t be nice.”