In Winnie's tree house, Dennis sat at the makeshift table.
"Happy Birthday, Dennis."
The little wolf pup placed a tray down on the table.
"I made you a treat."
The tray consisted of a tea set and a dead pigeon.
"Dead pigeon?"
"Enjoy it."
Grabbing a tea cup, Winnie poured herself some imaginary tea.
"Because once I graduate business school and start running a company, you're not gonna get home cooked meals like this anymore."
Winnie raised the cup to her lips.
"I have to move away, Winnie."
The cup stopped in mid air.
"To California."
Gently, Winnie placed the cup down on the tray.
"My mommy thinks I'm not happy here because I don't have hair on my face like you."
Feeling tears welling up in his eyes, Dennis dropped his head.
"I'm sorry I'm not a monster like you."
The little wolf pup tackled him to the ground.
"No, you're perfect. You're the nicest boy I know. And I have 300 brothers."
"You're nice, too, Winnie."
But Winnie and Dennis' sweet, short moment was short lived when one of Vlad's servants, Bela, ripped off the roof of the club house.
Once he landed in the club house, Winnie and Dennis backed away, holding onto each other.
"Well, well, well. The little human and his pet."