“It followed me home. I named it Bouncer. Can I keep it?” Lishy asked, a hopeful look on her face.
The demon wagged its tail energetically trying to look friendly but its tail was long and fat and lumpy so it only managed to thump it against the walls of the kitchen and rattle the china in the cupboards.
“Absolutely not,” her mother said, not looking up from her cake batter. “Put it back where you found it.”
“I will take care of it all by myself,” Lishy said earnestly.
The demon licked the back of his paw and tried to smooth his spiky mane but it still looked like it was in desperate need of a bath and a good brushing.
“I doubt that very much,” her father said, not bothering to look up from his evening paper. “Maybe when you are older.”
“It is tame,” Lishy…
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