'I was too tired to go back in yesterday. I wonder how Little Whitey and the others are doing.'
Anxious, Xie Ning quickly slipped into the farmstead Space.
At first glance, she couldn't see the big White Tiger in the fields, so Xie Ning quickly mobilized the Space's energy to search the area.
"Little Master, Little Master, Little Master, hurry over here." A noisy voice approached from a distance.
Xie Ning looked up at the shabby parrot flapping its way toward her and pursed her lips. "Where's Little Whitey?"
"Little Master, Little Master, come with me. Let me tell you, that well is haunted!"
The corner of Xie Ning's mouth twitched.
'You're the one who's haunted! Your whole family is haunted!'
Xie Ning followed the noisy, flapping bird to the well and immediately spotted a fluffy white ball curled up beside it, fast asleep.
"Little Whitey?" After her initial surprise, Xie Ning felt it made sense.
