Leonard jolted awake the next morning, breathing heavily and sweating like crazy. To his left, he saw his friend Ozone. "Dude, you okay?"  the feline asked, tilting his head to the one side slightly. Nodding his head quietly, Leonard spoke softly, "Yeah, I'm alright. It's just... I had this weird dream about being crushed by a falling piano."

"Ooh, I hate those dreams..." Ozone muttered, shuddering slightly.

"You had the same dream about being crushed by a falling piano too?" Leoanrd questioned, thinking that he was probably the only person to ever have that sort of dream. Jaw dropping as he stared at the poodle in dead silence, Ozone exclaimed, "What, no! I'm talking about dreams where you wake up right before you die. Hate those."

"Oh..." Leonard mumbled. Patting his friend on the shoulder gently, Ozone meowed quietly, "Come on, Snowball wants to see us."

"Why?"

"Bearded Dragon died last night."

"WHAT?!"