haha.. get it? wing it?

      "Mamma, look at it's cute little face!" One knee on the ground, Frost bent over by an enclosure with a few toads in it and pointed at one -who was particularly large compared to the rest of the bunch. Looking up at her mother with a curious sparkle in her eyes, the girl squished her cheeks and imitated what she would define as a 'cute little face'. "I personally wouldn't call a toad's face 'cute', mon chérie." As Amélie glanced down at her daughter making a strange face, a small smile peeked out from the french lady's graceful face.

      The shop was small, but just large enough as not too be obnoxiously cramped. It's color making out to be a blend of shades of brown, the specks of color in the building being the assortment of different colored pets, which looked even more vibrant when put in this environment. Though the light in the shop was dim, the windows allowed for a few beams of yellow sunlight to filter in and hit the wooden floor, illuminating the floating dust particles. And although the floorboards creaked with each step the girl took and the place wouldn't exactly be deemed 'luxurious', Frost couldn't help but feel the arms of joy pulling her in close for a tight hug. She felt a sense of warm here.

     At home, frost and her family had a few pets, all loved to no end, but since frost was away for quite a bit, she would miss having an animal companion. See, she had her cat, two birds, some fish, and even a few reptiles, but what was the harm of getting another pet? Plus, the money needed to purchase the critter was all money that Frost had earned and saved up by herself! There was nothing really to stop her, was there?

    Curious eyes wandered about the dim shop at all of the crates and enclosures of possible future pets. She didn't think it was fair to not just have all the animals, they are all so adorable and special in their own type of way. But- a little higher than Frost's line of sight, there was a small owl. Shades of brown and yellow and everything in between trailed down its back and wings. White bits of feathers ruffled among its teeny belly and face area, and when it looked at her, Frost had made eye contact with two- rather large for the bird's size- golden eyes. The girl beamed at the bird, though it seemed to be a bit smaller than some other owls, rather compact she would say. And even though she had seen many other pets she had admired, Frost did quite like birds. "Mamma," she started, pointing at the owl above, "can I have this one?"

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What animal do you wish to purchase? Morepork Owl
What do you want to name it? Tango
Is this a boy or a girl? Boy
What is your pet's date of birth? June 21st, 2018

Miss Cira, congratulations with your new friend! Take good care of him!