Scamp watched as they descended on the other...dogs...he forced himself to use the word, like a pack of hungry vultures. Within minutes, several of them, especially the pretty young girls, had begun suffering under their attentions. The room was filled with the sound of begging, frantic pleas and uncomfortable grunts.<br/><br/><em>This is wrong, something is wrong. Why can they all still talk. Why can they all still <strong>Think</strong>? Why can I still think?</em><br/><br/>Something had gone wrong with the transformation process, for all of them, and they had been collected here. The blood drained from his face and the timid new Terrier retreated toward the back of his cage, hoping to avoid notice for awhile, at least until some of the well-dressed people who had taken the cages by storm sated their cruelty on someone...something...else.<br/>