Tara was in a panic. It had been an accident. She had been idly scratching the head of her foster family's pet dog and thinking about stuff. Namely that strange green guy who had bothered her some time ago. Ever since that day, her dreams were plagued with bizarre images of four eyed snarling dogs and the moon painted black and orange. Things like that.
Speaking of black and orange...the golden retriever didn't seem to notice its new color pattern. It looked so very familiar, but Tara couldn't place it. She didn't want to place it. It didn't matter, she had to fix this before her foster parents got home! "Think! Think! What happened? What did I do?" she thought, biting her lip. She hadn't been doing anything, just petting the dog and thinking.
Nervously, she placed her hand on the dog and thought about its old fur color. It spread from where she was touching, restoring the dog to normal. She pulled her hands away, stunned. Now there was no doubt. She had done it. "But that's okay. I can handle this. I just need to be careful."
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