Savio came slinking into the house. He did not like it when Yvonne yelled at him. He came slowly up to her and sat down, but would not look her in the face. Instead he stared at the ground. For a few seconds Yvonne said nothing, and during those few seconds Angelica slipped out of the closet into which she had hidden when Yvonne yelled.
"So, Savio..." said Yvonne in a lilting voice -- the one which Savio did not like much more than the yelling -- "I had this ball the other day. This shiny ball. Someone seems to have misplaced it."
Almost as if in reply, Savio was thrown into a coughing fit. He coughed and coughed until finally he coughed up little shiny blue pieces. Then he sat down, looked up at Yvonne, and wagged his tail.
"Well," said Yvonne, "at least you won't have indigestion now."
"What was so important about that ball, anyway?" asked Angelica.
"It was my oracle," replied Yvonne.
"Your what...?" said Angelica.
"Oh, you ignorant little coney!" exclaimed Yvonne. "I have many skills, including foretelling the future. But I can't do that without my oracle ball."
"So you're a fortune-teller?" asked Angelica.
"I didn't say that," answered Yvonne. Then she turned to Savio. "Now, you've been a very bad puppy" -- at this Savio looked at her with sad eyes -- "so today it's your job to go grocery shopping. And while you're at it, buy me a new oracle."
Having made it to the oracle ball aisle of the Bunny General store, Savio was greeted by a young employee rabbit. "How can I help you today?" grumbled the employee. He didn't want to work at Bunny General for a minimum wage job. He wanted to sit in his mother's basement and make millions of dollars a year. He always wondered why everybunny had to work so hard when they could just sit there while the money spawned.
Sometimes Savio could look into your soul and understand all the hardships of your life. Sometimes Savio sat there with a big smile and no understanding whatsoever of the present situation. The latter was the case at the moment. "Ball! I need a ball," panted Savio.
"Well, good luck with that," mumbled the employee. Then he went grumbling away. Savio stood looking after him for a long time, waiting for him to come back. He thought the employee was going to get a ball. Savio remained there, panting and smiling, for about thirty minutes.
After those thirty minutes, another customer came down the aisle. He was a short white rabbit with blue eyes and a smile as big as Savio's. "Hey dere! How you doin'? I'm Snowball!" said the rabbit.
He had an odd accent, Savio thought: like a big city accent, although Savio had never been to the big city. But he liked this little rabbit right away because of his big smile. "I want to hug you!" said Savio.
"Oh, well, dis is kinda awkward," said Snowball as Savio wrapped him in a big, slobbery hug. "But, you know," added the rabbit, "I'm good with awkward!" He paused, and looked intensely at Savio.
Then he went on. A lot.
"You know, mister, I like you! You ain't like those other dogs I knew. Those puppies were not nice puppies. They ate me. But you ain't eaten me yet, although I'm kinda famous and I probably taste famous! Hey, you know, mister, why don't I help you? What are you lookin' for? I'm feelin' generous today! Not like yesterday, when I might've been demanding sacrifice from my cultist followers. But never mind that. Let's not talk about me. Let's talk about you and what you need, my friend!"
"Ball," woofed Savio.
"Oh yeah!" said Snowball. "Got a lotta those around here. Hey, look at this one! Got a nice color, and it makes your lunch for you! No, this one. Real shiny, and it got a video game console mode! That one? That one turns into a car..."
Snowball and Savio went browsing through rows and rows of oracle balls of various colors, sizes, and features. There were so many, and Savio was so indecisive, and Snowball talked so much that this went on for two hours. And then, they stumbled across a glittering, golden ball. "Hey!" said Snowball. "Dis one shoots out tennis balls!"
Savio's eyes lit up. Dreams of the summers he could spend chasing tennis balls flashed through his mind. This could change his life. He had to have that ball. He looked at the price tag: $1,000,000. His face fell and he whimpered. He sighed and moaned. Now he would never be able to fulfill his couple of minutes long dream.
"Don't you worry 'bout that!" said Snowball, slapping Savio really hard on the back. "I got a lotta money! I'm a celebrity, ya know? The money comes to my feet, beggin' to be put in my wallet!"
And so, Savio's dream was accomplished and he was a happy dog.
Yvonne's dream, on the other hand, well... not so much. It turned out that the ball was not clear enough to be seen through, and so Yvonne couldn't use it and had to go buy a different one later on.
But Savio was happy with his new tennis ball throwing friend, Veronica.