My favorites

Born.

Live.

Die.

Born.

Live.

Die.

Born.

Live.

Die.

These bipedal pets Dad brings me never live longer than a hundred years.

Mom says we can’t go to that planet to adopt them anymore; she says they’re becoming too aggressive and now we have to put the planet to sleep.

I feel a bit sorry for them, but they’re always fighting each other and they never listen to me.

I have a few hundred of them hidden with their young, tucked away behind Dad’s shed.

They’re my favorites…

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