One day, the owner visited the factory. His name was Rob, and he had a pronounced shiny bald head, a round belly, and was dressed in a navy blue suit. He stomped through the building, red-faced, veins protruding from his forehead, breathing heavy, and shouting, “Something has to change around here!” All his commotion startled and awoke the wolves. The baby wolves began to squirm. Rob noticed the end of a tail sticking out behind one of their storage containers. It made him stop in his tracks and do a double-take. “What is that?” he asked his group of employees. They all looked at him wide-eyed and shrugged. He walked over to see what was behind the container and discovered Nova and her six twelve-week-old pups. His eyes widened, and he froze. The employees began to frantically apologize, one man even knelt down to begin begging to keep his job, then Rob raised his hand and said, “Shush. This may be exactly what we need.”