In the confines of his small home, Ziggy was almost completely curled around a dull, olive green lantern fruit nearly half of his own size. His fur was matted down in some places by little bits of yellow-colored goop and pulp, though most of that stuff was collected in chunks in a nearby bowl. He had no idea how many he’d done so far, some he’d already done by request, some he gave away as display example...
