You know, maybe I've been a little bad getting you in there and hiding where I've hidden you, but that's why I told you before that we can't be friends, with your size maybe you could be my toy, or my pet. , but no friends, I don't want to be one of those little guys who talk to insects, even if I can really understand you, it would be very strange.
If you want, I can take you back to your anthill so that you are not in danger or take so long, it would not be any effort for me.
You are a little surprised by what Peter tells you, you are still disappointed because he doesn't want to be your friend but the reality is, although I understand that now he is trying to be nice and offer to take me to my anthill, I can't go back, once you leave you can't go back.
You keep thinking about the matter and think a little more about what was said, in your desperation for not knowing what to do with your life now you begin to think that being this boy's pet may not be so bad, better than living in the weather alone and with this size it sure is, plus I wouldn't have to worry about food anymore, although deep down you also know that such a pet or toy, and being a toy for a 12 year old child may not be the best idea. ..
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