Happiness always seems so fleeting.
After a simple freshening up, the painful time to go to work was almost upon her.
Dorothy took Artie and headed out to the research institute, as for Emora, the Little Fatty Dragon naturally stayed back at the church to watch the house. However, to prevent this idle creature from going back to sleep, the homebody witch thoughtfully left some homework for the little guy.
It wasn't difficult—just a hundred repetitions of punching. If taken a bit seriously, it could be done in about three to four hours.
After all, for a juvenile dragon like Little Fatty Dragon who was indeed in a growth spurt, sufficient sleep was indeed necessary, so Dorothy didn't dare be too harsh.
And she made it clear that doing the homework was entirely voluntary—there was no compulsion. If Emora did it, there would be an extra meal in the evening. If not, there wouldn't be any punishment; the normal dinner share would still be there.
