Izzy had ruled alone for a while when we decided it was time to give her a companion. 

Enter Mushu. 

He was… very small.

 Tiny enough that when Izzy first noticed movement in her enclosure, she didn’t see friend. She saw snack. 

Her head tilted.

 Her eyes narrowed.

 Her body shifted just enough to say, Is that food? 

Mushu, blissfully unaware of how close he was to becoming a very short story, froze. Perfectly still. Like instinct had whispered, Do not move. 

We intervened quickly, of course, but the moment became legend.