
He had left Zanzibar with his two slaves finally. He really did hate that smelly city and worst of all stinky the Hyena. That was what he got for dealing with the lower class. Did they ALL not bathe!? The hotel he had stayed out with the other stinky hound fellow didn't make his journey any more happy. A hotel for cats to 'service' dogs. That was really the lowest of the low. Was Nappa so unpopular and unfavorable with the other disgusting ladies in Zanzibar that he had to rely on cats? God he almost puked in his mouth at the thought. Never again did he want to have to go back to either of those places.
When his paws touched the soft grass of Caspia and the forest smells wafted in his nose he knew he was home. "Isn't this much better then Zanzibar?" The question was more rhetorical then asking for an answer but he was in such a great mood from being home that nothing could bother him for the moment. Then he saw his house and his smile drooped a bit. Boy did he let this place go to hell. But hey anything was better then Zanzibar.