"Gao Peng, Gao Peng, Goldie's gathering up all the dead fish on the beach. How silly is that?" said Da Zi.
"Oh? Why is that?" asked Gao Peng, patting Da Zi's head.
Most of his familiars had long outgrown receiving headpats from him. For instance, no matter how high he jumped, he could no longer reach Stripey's head.
Thank god he still had Da Zi, who now stood a mere one and a half feet tall.
Da Zi's feet clacked noisily against the ground as it moved forward alongside Gao Peng, not at all aware that the latter was silently assessing its height.
"Of course it's silly." Da Zi began flexing all 32 of his claws. "Why work so hard when Gao Peng is already taking care of all our needs? Goldie has gone bald from overworking itself, the poor thing."
"It's already bald!" interjected Flamy, who still remembered the time that Goldie had made fun of it for going bald. It was still nursing a grudge over that.