You looked into the refrigerator, trying to find some meat for the young wyrmling. You considered the hot wings, but worried that he wouldn't be able to handle the spices. Then you saw the raw steak, and were conflicted as to whether or not to use it. You then remember that you own a cat...
You better feed him before he decides to feed himself. You pulled out a bowl and placed a steak inside, then set it in front of Joey.
He sniffed carefully at the meat, and then began to eat. He seemed to dislike how cold it was, which you noted for next meal. Either way, you fed him. He groomed his claws and wiped the blood of beef from his snout. He reminded you of your cat, Samson. Remembering how he called you "mom" shows that he was born with some level of intelligence.
You decide to sit on the couch by your sleeping cat. He opened an eye to you, disinterested. You turned on the television, ready to watch some TruTV programs.
That was when Joey hopped up to your lap and curled up, trying to warm himself under your motherly bosom.
You are officially a mother. But a human? How will you take care of this dragon?
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