Ivan was pacing around, his eyebrows furrowed. We had taken the chick to a small field where it could flap about freely, screeching and squawking. “What are we going to do to?” Ivan exclaimed. “I mean, it’s not like we can keep it,”.
“Why not?” I asked. “He’s so cute and we can’t just leave him hear,”.
“Listen, Bella, he’s a magical creature and is very powerful. We just can’t keep him, alright,”.
“Oh, please Ivan. Just this once,” I pleaded. Ivan sighed.
“Fine, but no more adopting strays,”.
“Yes!” I cried, throwing my arms around him, then blushed furiously and stepped back. “I-I mean thanks,”.
“Uh, no problem. We should-er-get going now,” he said awkwardly.
We were about to leave when there was a rustle from a nearby bush. We turned to see a little black kitten standing there, leaves and twigs entangled in his fur. “Smudge!” I cried, overjoyed at the sight of my tiny black cat. “You followed me!”.
“I said no strays!” said Ivan, interrupting our reunion.
“He is not a stray! In fact, he belongs to me!” I shouted back at him.
Ivan groaned. “Okay, the kitten can stay, but no more taking in strays. AND I MEAN IT!”
The last part he said particularly loudly, so loud that I had to cover my ears to prevent my eardrums from popping. “Well you don’t have to shout,” I said and flounced off, the two animals trotting at my heels.
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