Kneazle
“I have a present for you!” Mom announced proudly, holding up a mini-kennel.
I eagerly raced to her, though I didn’t think it’d be good; she never gave me good stuff! They were all to pink, too obnoxious, or too…ugly.
There was a meow from the box. I peeked in, and a paw swiped at me, scratching my cheek. “Arghh! Darn kneazle!” I cried, clutching my face, sobbing. Why did Mom always have to get me something I didn’t want?
“Oh, honey,” Mom cooed. She set down the kennel and the kneazle squealed. “It’s a cat. What’s a kneazle, anyways?”
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