The pup was hatched by a young boy of the tundra, sweet and charming. Born in such conditions, his body took the form of ice, horns like icy shards growing from his head and a body that was chilled rather than heated. His eyes shone a bright purple hue, and he attained the power to float in the air.
His child was ecstatic; he finally had a friend to play with. He had grown up alone in the arctic with his parents, who forbid any kind of pet. “But this will be different,” he said. “You can talk! They’ll have to let me keep you! They’ll just have to!”
The child picked the pup up in his arms. He soon became tired and fell asleep in the boy’s arms as he carried him back to his home. Nothing could have made him feel safer.
His child was ecstatic; he finally had a friend to play with. He had grown up alone in the arctic with his parents, who forbid any kind of pet. “But this will be different,” he said. “You can talk! They’ll have to let me keep you! They’ll just have to!”
The child picked the pup up in his arms. He soon became tired and fell asleep in the boy’s arms as he carried him back to his home. Nothing could have made him feel safer.