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Beaver
Legacy Name: Beaver

The Common Wyllop
Owner: Lobo

Age: 15 years, 3 months, 4 weeks

Born: January 7th, 2009

Adopted: 13 years, 8 months, 4 weeks ago

Adopted: August 6th, 2010

Statistics

• Level: 28
   
• Strength: 70
   
• Defense: 69
   
• Speed: 63
   
• Health: 65
   
• HP: 65/65
   
• Intelligence: 1
   
• Books Read: 0
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Store Clerk

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I was sure I was going to die in there. It was either that or be fed to a python. If I had to choose between suffocation in that tiny, dark shoe box and being eaten alive, I would have definitely chosen the snake. At least then it would have been quick. Several times that day I thought I'd been granted a reprieve... the box lid slid aside to reveal a large set of eyes peering in at me as I huddled in the corner. A couple times a grubby little finger poked in at me. The first time it reached in, I tried to bite it, but that just resulted in the lid being snapped shut, and to be honest, the lack of fresh air and darkness scared me. I'm terribly afraid of the dark.

I decided that if I had any shot of making it out of this cardboard prison, I had to try to make friends. The next time the finger poked in, I snuggled against it. This seemed to please my captor as I could hear stifled giggling as my fur tickled his appendage. I was just biding my time til I could make a run for it. It seemed like ages, but eventually the box lid slid open again. This time there were two sets of eyes, one set were the same I'd seen the before, but the other definitely belonged to someone new. They were big and green and almost had a look of compassion in them. I could hear the two whispering loudly.

"Hey dude, what do you think of my new pet rat?"

"Jeeze, Max! You're keeping him in a box? He doesn't even have air holes!"

"Meh, he likes it in there. He even cuddles my fingers when I reach in, watch."

I knew that this was my chance. Instead of nuzzling the finger, I used it as a bridge to climb onto his hand. I scurried up his arm as quickly as my little legs could carry me. I was almost home free!

"Oh crap, man! Hurry and grab the little bugger before he gets away!"

Hands clamored all over trying to grab me, but I was pretty quick. I managed to reach to Max's shoulder before I realized I had no where left to go. My only choice was to jump and pray I landed on something soft. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and made the leap. I braced myself for the collision with the ground, but no collision ever came.

"I told you he hated that box, Max. Dude, he almost committed suicide to get away from you."

It was then I realized that the second boy had caught me in mid-air. As grateful as I was that I didn't end up like Humpty Dumpty, I still wanted to get away from these crazy humans and there was no way in hell I was going back in that box. Worse had come to worst and it was time to pull out my last resort defense.

I pooped. I'm not proud of it, but hey, tell me you wouldn't do the same in my situation. I expected the guy to drop me, or at least set me down, but he didn't.

"Ewwwwwww! Did he just poop on you?!"

"Max, that's what animals do when they're scared."

"That's SICK. I don't even want the thing anymore I'm so grossed out. And if he won't stay in the shoebox, I can't take him home."

"You were planning on keeping him in the box long term?! That's horrible!"

"There's was no other way to keep him hidden from my mom. And there was no way my mom would ever let me keep him. She's terrified of rodents."

"Well, what are you going to do with him?"

"I guess I could feed him to my big brother's boa constrictor."

There it was. It was going to be the snake after all. The thought of being some reptile's lunch made me shiver.

"Like heck you are. That's not fair to the poor little guy. It's not his fault you're a bad owner. You can't just give him the death sentence. I mean, look at him. He is really cute! "

"Well, if you think he's so great, why don't you just keep him?"

I heard footsteps and knew I was alone with my new owner. It was then I realized how gentle his hands were. They smelled of dirt, bubblegum and chalk, which was definitely an interesting combination, but I liked it. He was holding me securely without hurting me. He cracked his hands open a bit to give me more fresh air and looked down at me. He stroked my head softly with his thumb.

"I'm going to call you Beaver. You've got buck teeth like one."

Beaver, huh? I'd never had a name before. Although I didn't know what a beaver was, or how a beaver's teeth look, I really liked the ring of it.

"I hope you know I'd never treat you the way Max has. Instead of going back in the box, maybe you'd like to take a ride in here?"

He slipped me into his shirt pocket. It was great! I could see the whole world! I felt safe and secure, and best of all it wasn't dark! I liked this guy already. I could tell it was the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

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