The dog sensed her presence. Not entirely, but just enough for it to act edgy whenever Zin was in the room. Then the dog warmed to her. It would come near to where she was standing, and roll over, waiting to be scratched on the belly. So Zin would use her ripping hand to reach in and do it. When her hand came back with dog hair on it, she got the idea. If dog hair could come through, then why not the whole dog?

That family never knew what happened to their beloved pet. Probably figured coyotes got him or something. And now Zin had herself a much needed friend. She even changed his name. Since she was named after a flower, she named him after another plant. She chose the fast-growing kudzu, because of the way the dog had grown on her. She didn’t even remember his real name anymore.

But that was a story she couldn’t tell, because she knew in her heart how shameful it was. Well, what goes around comes around to bite you in the butt, and now it was time to make things right. But she didn’t have to like it.

She did what the Ogre told her to do: She found a family. Not just any family, but one that was like the one Kudzu had come from. She found a wealthy family with two little kids, and Zin watched them long enough to know they were good people. She sat with them at dinner, ripping herself some corn on the cob when no one was looking. Then, when she was absolutely sure this was the right home, she went to get Kudzu and the Ogre.

Distant thunder rolled, low and ominous as they approached the house. Dark clouds filled the Eastern horizon. Zin felt much the same on the inside.

“Looks like they already have a dog,” the Ogre said, as they stepped into the family’s backyard. There was a doghouse in the yard, and two big bags of dried dog food leaned up against it.

“I put that there,” Zin told him. She had ripped the doghouse and the food from a nearby pet store, and had crammed it all into the backyard earlier in the day. The family had seen it and was understandably confused. The children were convinced that this was all some sort of surprise—that somebody was about to give them a dog, and the parents tried to figure which friend or relative might do something like this.

“I hadda prepare them,” Zin told the Ogre. “Because, if a dog just showed up in their yard, they’d probably just take him to the pound. But if he shows up along with all this other stuff, they’ll know he’s not just a stray. They’ll know that someone meant to put him here, even if they don’t know who.”

“Good thinking,” said the Ogre.