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FearlessLeader19 Gwen had suggested they get a new pet and Jory didn't see why not. His owl, Tobias, was well over twenty years now and getting slower in delivering posts when he was sent to do that. Furball the pygmy puff was almost twenty years old too. He followed his wife into the Menagerie, eyes already trained on the cages and other supplies.
He hadn't the foggiest of what he wanted but he suspected he'd know when he saw it. Or he'd just be happy to go along with whatever Gwen wanted. "I reckon Furball wouldn't mind a squeaky toy,'' he mused aloud. "What do you think, Gwen?"
A new pet!
They were getting a new pet!!
Gwen could hardly contain her enthusiasm. Although she should be acting like the responsible adult now, she couldn’t help but feel like she did the first time she walked into this shop. The time she got Jinx. That time, choosing a pet wasn’t difficult at all; she found the black cat within the first five minutes.
Hmm. What did she think?
‘Sure’, she nodded to Jory.
‘We can browse for some toys and accessories first’. After that, they could go look for their new pet! But what did they want?
‘How do you feel about getting a crup?’, Gwen suddenly said with a smirk, her attention shifting from the displays back to Jory.