You're pretty strtles when the little pet screams, and starts to struggle wildly, though it isn't match for your powerful legs, which are gripping it firmly.
"Hey, why is the little runt getting crazy?" you ask.
Your big sister chuckles. "It's not domesticated." she explains. "I caught it from a nest on its homeplanet and sedated it. It's up to you to tame the little pest!"
"Oh, thank you for the nice trick." you reply, but without anger: in fact, you're intrigued by this challenge.
"My son, taming a wild animal, but also taking care of it, is a big responsibility." your father says. "That's going to be your first test for adulthood."
You nod, feeling very proud, and use one of your forelegs to lift your pet: that's easy, because the skin of the animal gets glued by the sticky liquid dripping from the tip of your leg at your will.
Lifting the trembling beast again before your eyes, you tell it softly: "Don't worry, little one, I'll take great care in turning you into a good pet. First of all, I', going to...."
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