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Mother: Brighton Wrongwheel

Daughter: Creamshack

Dog: Slipslide

Brighton comes in after a long day of being a successful everything.  “Creamshack my daughter, are you ill?  Strippers have no time to be good people!  Where is Slipslide?”  Creamshack ponders in her fire truck outfit, ladder poking out of the back of her collar.  “Slipslide was in his grave, Mom, but now he’s not.  There’s a big Slipslide-shaped hole in the soft dirt we buried him in.”  “Where should we bury him next time, when we find him or her?”

This was a question Creamshack had more than one opinion on.  “Well if he keeps sneaking off, we should put him in a big aquarium so we can follow the water splashes.  Or, perhaps a big can of Talc.”  These were horrible opinions.  “I, the inherited decision-maker of the Wrongwheel Countess line, think it wiser to inject him with wizardry and let him follow the rules laid forth in the undead sorcerer’s tomb.  It…might be a loophole.  But he will find peace, as his wizard dog soul is ripped from his carcass by ice golems.”