A Lone Ferrett
At 11 years old, I always wanted a pet. One day, a boy rode his bike down my street, with a box in his lap. He opened the shoe box, and threw out a ferret into the ditch. I raced out and scooped up the ferret, taking it home. We called the police, and they said I could keep it.
We called the police, and they said I could keep it. He opened the shoe box, and threw out a ferret into the ditch. One day, a boy rode his bike down my street, with a box in his lap. I raced out and scooped up the ferret, taking it home. At 11 years old, I always wanted a pet.