When we adopted Pebbles she was five, maybe six years old. She was such a comedienne. And she could jump across the room with such flair... as if she'd trained professionally. What had she been doing in her early years?
I called the shelter where we'd found Pebbles. No one there seemed to know anything about her former life.
And then one day... I received a mysterious package on my doorstep...
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