You live in a world of anthropomorphic animals. Your best friend was a dog boy named Greg. He was 12-years-old and pretty scrawny. He was thin, had no muscle mass, and probably couldn't even pick up a ten pound weight. But despite these problems, he decided to open a lemonade stand outside his house. And to his and your surprise, business was booming. You were selling so many glasses that you two had to ask Greg's mom to go buy more cups, ice, sugar, and whatever else. You both had to have sold at least over 200 cups. Counting the money you made after selling each cup for about a dollar, you guys had about $227 bucks. However, Greg's older brother decided to take matters into his own hands. He called the cops on the two of you since you didn't have a permit to be selling the lemonade outside your house. The cops actually listened to him and shut down your lemonade stand, and because of the 'risk factor that was made by not having a permit' you were forced to give back every single dollar that you made. When you both had given it all back and got back to Greg's house, he sat on the stool he was sitting on before, and started crying. His brother and you walked over and he looked at the both of you with his sad eyes, one blue; one green. He had tears running down his cheeks and he was slightly slouched.