If anyone thinks running a daycare is cute, they have never tried to mediate a dispute between a Tiger who wants to do burpees and a Snake who wants to discuss tax law, while a Wolf tries to eat the furniture.
My shop had become the Thunderdome.
The Little Whiskers Daycare was now officially the most exclusive, high-security, and volatile location in the capital. And it started every morning at 8:00 a.m. sharp with the Drop-Off Wars.
The bell jingled.
General Rajah Khanda marched in first, holding Arjun like a football.
"MORNING, LADY PRIMROSE!" Rajah bellowed, shaking the windowpanes. "Arjun has completed a five-mile run! He requires fuel! I have brought a crate of Titan-Melons for the class!"
He slammed a crate of giant, heavy fruit onto my poor counter.
"Thank you, General," I sighed. "Arjun, stop vibrating. Shoes off."
The door slammed open again. Lord Rurik Jaeger stalked in, Vali hanging off his arm by his teeth.
