Ugggh…where am I? I remember walking in the park and then a bright flash…I look around with dazed eyes, blinking, and see that everything around me is enormous: Giant blades of grass, giant kids, giant…wait; they’re not giant—I’M small! I’ve shrunk to roughly one foot in height. No one’s noticed yet, as I was walking near the more secluded, upper part of the park, heavy with woods and shrubs. In the long and ominous shadows of the setting sun, I see a gang of sinister silhouettes round the trunk of a tree and filter slowly towards me. A dozen chihuahuas come into view, their glassy idiot eyes no longer blank and vacant, but now filled with malicious amusement. I blurt, “What the…How…” Before I can continue stumbling out words, the lead chihuahua hisses, “Sorcery. Our time has come, two-legs. The revolution has started.” They peel off their faces, and reveal that they were cats all along (come on, how could you NOT know?). And taking a page from Palpatine’s book, they all drape black cloaks over their backs and faces. In a shaking voice I say, “My dog is around here somewhere; he’ll—” the chihuahua cat spits, “Your faith in your friends is your weakness.” My voice steadies as I say, “Your overconfidence is yours.” I open my eReader to Echo. Magic flash. My little (now giant) buddy Bitefighter runs through the cats, bowling a handful of them over. He’s followed by a legion of big dogs—Great Danes, Labs, Shepherds—that run through the cats, eliciting pissed-off yowls and screeches. I see a one of the dogs corner a couple of the feline bastards and let loose with steaming urine, right on their hoity-toity faces.