I screamed as I tore apart my room in the castle. Where was my diamond necklace?! My gorgeous diamond necklace! What brat stole it! Didn't they know it doubled as my collar?! Where is that brat!
When I get my hands on them, they are going to wish they had never been born! Beware of the angry beagle for you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup!
Wait... that is the line for dragons.
Either way, what jerk stole my diamonds? Why the hell is my diamond collar so popular? I mean, sure diamonds are pretty. But there are hundreds of other more reasonably cheaper options for those assholes to steal that probably wouldn't be missed!
Why did I get a diamond collar then?
Well, simple. First of all, it was gifted to me and, even though I obviously don't see the point in diamonds when there are hundreds of other pretty cheaper gems, I never say no to a gift.
And it might have held the charms to go back and forth between a necklace and collar best... but that is just hearsay I tell you! And if you ever tell anyone I said that, I will deny it and feed you to the Giant Squid whether he is a vegetarian or not.
Now, who the hell stole my Diamond!!!! My mother is going to kill me if I don't get my Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great Grandmother's necklace back. Well, she will also probably kill me if she knew that I changed it to become a dog collar too, but if I have my way she will never know the latter. Right? *You can't see, but I am giving you readers the stink eye to make sure that information never gets back to her.*
I growl, sounding like the beagle that I transform into, and I see my niffler pal pop out from under her bed. "You didn't steal my diamond necklace did you?" I glare at the creature. He vigorously shakes his head no and reaches into his pouch, pulling out other diamonds and shiny items that I know aren't mine and must have been stolen from other students of the castle. Really, what is it with the popularity of diamonds? Either way, I knew that it wasn't the niffler that stole my necklace. "Want to go diamond hunting with me?" The niffler nods vigorously and I remind myself that I need to find a name for him. "You know that it gets returned to me, right." The niffler nods, less vigorously so I know he is disappointed with that but I am satisfied that I will get it back.
I transform into a beagle.
Time to go hunting.
(continued in Adventures of Beagle )