Longingly, I stare through the pound windows, waiting, waiting, for the scarlet "closed" sign to be flipped over. The clock ticked lazily, and after an impossibly long two minutes, a "ding" sounded and the lights flashed, the doors swung open, and a smell of fresh chocolate wafted through the doors. I stepped in tentatively, gazing at the gorgeous patterns. Padding through the walkways that where full of everything from fins to fur, I gaze at them in wonder. Then, then, something catches my eyes: a flash of raven- black feathers, silky as night. I stare in wonder as pale, moon like eyes stare back at me.
At that moment, she was mine. Duskpearl was mine, mine, mine, mine, and as I unlatched the cage and pulled her out, gently stroking her down- soft feathers, she hooted softly and snuggled against my arms. Swinging the doors open, I call a word of thanks to the staff and walk the cobblestone, moonlit path back to home.
SapphireSwan wrote this short pound story about a pet she'd like to have!