Donohue rolled up to the side of the building, the words PET SHOP painted in bold across its face. The place tended to sicken him, but nonetheless, he needed a new slave. He had already broken the last one, and sent it off to be some farmers child. He needed a new one, though He was running out of farmers in need of boys to work with, and at this point was practically drooling for a challenge. Entering the store, a cheerful bell rang, rather deceitfully in Donohues opinion. He stepped into the darkening room, used to the drill of walking in and judging the boys like pieces of meat. As usual, the owner was nowher