Susta sat in her crate, watching the passer-bys out of the small slit in her wooden crate. It had no light whatsoever, except for the slit. It was just big enough for her to move around in. She saw humans, except, they had multiple arms. She sighed. What was with the world? Couldn't everybody just be the same? There were so many races, humans, and kelvics, and.. ziths, and none of them could get along. But there was nothing Susta could do about it, except sit in her crate, hoping someone would come and see her talent. The stout, bald man who was the owner of the small stand on the street, bellowed,
"In this crate here we have a lovely dog kelvic, beautiful in all forms. Get her now, cheap!"
They were selling Susta like she was a piece of property. Was that really all she was? Was that all kelvics were? Just, animals with only the purpose to serve? It maybe so. But nothing mattered now, except that someone had to adopt Susta.