You are a normal angel. Not low ranked, but not important either. A few days ago you were strolling near the Pet Adoption Center and you see a small dog in the window. That was the place all the pets that died would stay. Or, where pets in heaven would be. Heaven had different domesticated creatures from humans - and that was a fact. You would sometimes see smaller angels being carried around in pet backpacks, or even monsters not from earth. You decided to walk it in the center, it could not hurt right?

While searching, you found a sign that said "Pygmy Thrones." You followed it and sure enough, you saw little ringed creatures just rolling around in a pen. The pen was pretty spacious even if only four were in there. You found them cute. An assistant asked you if you were interested, as sure enough you were.

Fast forward to present day and at your hone, there was an angel the size of a dog bumping against your leg. It was hungry.