Einar sat in the kitchen nook. "Funcle Hal, it is Pet Day at school. Are we ever going to get a dog?"
The man held a quizzical look on his stubbly face as he removed a set of keys from the freezer. "Einie, that's like a four year commitment. How about a cat? They're so cool you're lucky if they look when you say their name. They can smell cancer too, they just don't feel like it. Do you promise to scoop, wait for it, the poo?" asked the grown-up sipping from a juice box.
"Yes," Einar agreed.
"Then we will begin a vigilant search to... Are you ready? Rescue a domesticated canid companion that thinks they're people."
"Nice!" the lad cheered unaware his socks Lolly sent for Christmas crackled with wisps of blue electricity while he scratched his ankle.
