After a couple of weeks of being a dog, Evan was a little less distressed about the whole situation. Sure, he couldn't turn back, but nothing really terrible had happened since the island had stuck him in a dog shape, and Yeul was taking good care of him and Ozzy. All things considered, being a dog wasn't actually that bad.

And right now, curled up next to Yeul and doing, he was having a pretty great dream about running through the fields in Kansas. Uncle Cluster was there and throwing a ball, and Evan's paws were twitching in his sleep as he bounded along after it.