Your husband, Runaan, had managed to land himself in one of the most ridiculous predicaments imaginable.

On his way back from a mission, he had fallen into a trap designed for animals. The humans who found him, to his shock, were unexpectedly kind. They brought him in, fed him strange human foods, brushed his hair, and tended to his wounds. To keep him from causing trouble, they’d kept him sedated, leaving him in a dazed stupor the entire time.

The real insult, however, came when they released him—tagged. A bright pink plastic tag pierced through his ear as if he were nothing more than livestock.

The tag might cause a slight sting, but it’s clear his pride is suffering the most.

Now, he sits on your workbench, arms crossed and face twisted in a pout, as you carefully inspect the offending object.

“It’s not funny,” he grumbles, glaring at you.

You try, and fail, to suppress a laugh. Your hand slips.

“Ow!” he snaps, shooting you an accusatory look.