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[On your way to get something to eat today, you may very well spot a Doberman puppy with a red collar sitting by the kitchen entrance. He looks kind of peeved. He had plans for the day, darn it, and none of them involved being a baby dog. He hadn’t even touched anything remotely rainbow-colored, and he had definitely been human when he went to sleep the night before.]
[And Allen has also quickly discovered that he has no idea how to get himself food without the aid of opposable thumbs, so he’s parked himself outside the kitchen and is hoping that some good Samaritan will come by and feed him, because he’s kind of desperate. His left foreleg is free of Innocence, but his appetite apparently hasn’t gone anywhere.]
[Feed him? Kick him? Attempt to pet him? Whatever! There’s a silver heart-shaped tag on collar reading “Allen”, if you get close enough to check it. However helpful that is.]
[And Allen has also quickly discovered that he has no idea how to get himself food without the aid of opposable thumbs, so he’s parked himself outside the kitchen and is hoping that some good Samaritan will come by and feed him, because he’s kind of desperate. His left foreleg is free of Innocence, but his appetite apparently hasn’t gone anywhere.]
[Feed him? Kick him? Attempt to pet him? Whatever! There’s a silver heart-shaped tag on collar reading “Allen”, if you get close enough to check it. However helpful that is.]