A dog, half-asleep, rolls too close to the alchemical furnace. When he wakes, his back is toasted a crispy bro…
A dog, half-asleep, rolls too close to the alchemical furnace. When he wakes, his back is toasted a crispy brown, just like a piece of scorched rice.
The name Crust sticks.
The dog himself is remarkably calm about the whole thing. He rolls a few times to put out the sparks, yawns, and settles back down to sleep.
Though this time, he moves just a little farther from the stove.