Rose (Rosie) Johnson stood outside the little pet shop and looked through the window. She saw Mr.Whittaker holding out his arm in a friendly wave, she waved back as a peculiar gust of wind chilled Rosie's bones. She quickly retracted her arm, and shivered as she rubbed her arms.

Dinng! The door bell sounded as Rosie walked in. "Hello, Mr.Whittaker," Rosie said with very much fake cheer. "Hello! Fair but chilly afternoon?" "Very chilly," Rosie said with a shiver. "Well, come pick out a pet! Spiders, rats, lizards, snakes, cats, owls, puffs! We got all house-hold pets besides dogs of course!" Mr.Whittaker said, holding his arms out as if to show Rosie how much animals he and his wife had.

Rosie shivered at the word spiders but nodded when he finished. She walked over to the cats and stroked a cute red tabby. "No.." Rosie ran a finger across a black male cat's tail, "not this one either.." Rosie muttered to herself. She then stroked a grey tabby's chin. He was very old, his rusty purr said it all. She stopped at a very pretty sliver mackerel tabby. Rosie stroked the female's head and the pink whiskers, the tabby purred instantly. It was a warm purr that tickled Rosie's fingers.

"Yes, this one," Rosie said and gently petted the cat's head. "If you want her, you can buy her!" Mr.Whittaker said, bounding to behind the resister. "Ok, I'll bring her over there," Rosie gently picked the tabby around the waist and held her gently. She set the tabby on the counter when she reached it.

"Ten gallons!" Mr.Whittaker said as Rosie set her cat on the counter. Rosie fetched them out of her dark jeans' pocket and cling! Clank! Rosie dropped them on the counter. Mr.Whittaker mumbled under his breath as he counted the gold, scooped them up when he counted 10 and dropped them in the resister. Rosie grabbed a cat bed, and some cat treats, and then she paid for them with some sickles.

"What's your cat's name?" Mr.Whittaker asked as Rosie turned around slightly with her cat in her hands. "Er, she looks sliver as a willow tree so I'll call her Willow." "Oh yes, perfect name, and by the way, she was born on April 22, 2022, almost 2." "Sounds great!" Rosie said as she walked out of the door, hearing the dinng! once more.

She hurried to her dorm as she did not want to be caught by a professor or the game keeper in the late afternoon when there was no lessons.

Rosie set Willow on her bed and thought, Willow, Willow, actually it is a perfect name.


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Cancelled - Lear