Snowball stared in horror at the dead body that laid before him. Tattoo had given him a call that morning claiming that Bearded Dragon had died. Everyone assumed that the lizard had been sleep walking. Somehow, he managed to get himself up somewhere high and unfortunately took a wrong step. He plummeted to his death and fell on glass shards that killed him.

Watching as two dogs carried the dead body away, Snowball recalled all the good times he had with Bearded Dragon. And now he was gone forever. A tear rolled down his face the more he thought about it. Hearing Tattoo come over, he quickly wiped it away.

"I'm gonna miss him," Tattoo mumbled, not ashamed to cry. His face soaked in his own tears as he sat down. Patting his comrade on the shoulder in an attempt to comfort him, Snowball quietly whispered to the tattooed pig, "I am too. But think about it. He's in a better place now. We all will see him again sometime soon. I have faith in that." Smiling faintly, Tattoo hugged Snowball, who returned the embrace.