This bloody thing had become more trouble than it was worth. Lose sight of it for even a second and it was like letting roaches in.

The tattooed man looked down at the creature in its special containment, having had it up to here with it. Adorable as it was, it spooked the other creatures something fierce and while he couldn't prove it, he wasn't sure this thing was entirely above the blame for one of their creatures running off. No one knew how it happened but no one wanted it to happen again either.

He stood to the side of the petting zoo, away from the crowds and the grabby hands of some of the younger children.

He was in a fix, he was. Letting it go wasn't an option but keeping it was proving not to be either.

The tattooed man just wanted it off his hands. Wasn't worth the grief.