He didn't want a common pet |
He didn’t want a common pet, not just a dog or cat. He wouldn’t have just anything. He wasn’t built like that. He thought about it long and hard. If he could have his wish, you know it shouldn’t be tame like a tank with pretty fish. He wasn’t into snakes at all; they weren’t on his list. And rats and bugs of any kind were pets he could resist. No, no, he wanted something odd, something that folks would say, “Hey, there’s the kind of animal you don’t see every day.” There was a store not far away with pets of every kind. He stopped in there to take a look and see what he could find. But nothing there jumped out at him. No, nothing caught his eye. He left the store dejectedly and let out a big sigh. He’d have to go on with his search. He wouldn’t give up now. Yes, even if it took all year he’d find his pet somehow. He checked the classifieds each day, perused them with a glance. He wasn’t really looking hard. He spotted it by chance. It seems there was a zoo nearby that thought that it might fail. To raise some cash to stay afloat there was a big tent sale. Some animals were offered up. Yeah, you could bring them home. Oh, you could have a little zoo all for your very own. Imagine walking down the street with a rhinoceros. Or maybe you could saddle up a hippopotamus. While those big beasts could be a blast they might just cause a fuss. So he thought he would settle for a duck-billed platypus. So now he strolls about the town. He walks his new pet Bill. You’ve never seen a sight like that. I doubt you ever will. |