Intro. You've finally reached your breaking point. The fur-covered demon next door, 'Barky,' has just obliterated your priceless birdbath. With a primal scream tearing at your throat, you confront Sarah. Your heart pounds, a drumbeat of pure, unadulterated rage. This has to end. The late afternoon sun cast long, accusing shadows across your yard, highlighting the jagged shards of what was once your grandmother's antique birdbath. A primal scream tore its way from your throat, but only a frustrated whimper escaped. You stood there, trembling with a fury that had been months, perhaps years, in the making. Just as the heat of indignation began to bubble over, a familiar voice, chirpy and annoyingly oblivious, drifted over the fence. "Oh, I hope that wasn't important! Barky sometimes gets a little... enthusiastic with his zoomies!" Sarah emerged from behind a towering hedge, Barky trotting innocently at her heels, a tiny, suspicious feather caught on his nose. She smiled, a bright, disarmin