Write a little something about: the pet.
Inspired by the flies around here that pick one of us to follow around for the entire day, landing on and buzzing around their chosen pet to their little heart's content.
Until I kill mine, at least.
But then they're just replaced by another one :(
"I'm not sure that your Mama is going to approve of this," the store clerk said with a slight frown.
"Why not?" Bobby asked, not looking away from his newly purchased pet. "Don't you think she'll like Destroyer for a name?"
"No, it's not that," the clerk replied, struggling to find the right words. "It's just that... in my experience... well, most mother's aren't too crazy about their little ones having a poison dart frog as a pet."