Sirius-4

Guzma could remember nothing except for the pain he felt all over his small body. He was curled into a tight ball on his side, his hands and arms wrapped over his head to protect his skull as another painful blow from a driver head of a golf club landed on his shoulder, next his lower back. He was so scared and sorry. He just wanted to build a little Wimpod-sized doghouse for his newly caught Pokémon, but he hadn’t asked to use his father’s tools. He was just so excited and couldn’t wait until his father got home to ask. “Guzma!!” his father yelled, louder than the thunder outside. “What is wrong with