Pet Searching

 

"You want a what??"

"An iguana." Jason clicked on the second link Yahoo! had thrown at him. "It's been a while since Quincy went to that great desert in the sky. And since we've got our own place this year, I figure..."

Calvin frowned. "Well...just keep him away from Hobbes. I've heard some of the stories about what he'd do to your sister's clothes. If he so much as looks at him the wrong way, I'll be sporting a new iguana-skin wallet."

Jason sighed. "Yeah, yeah. Come on. Iguanas aren't ALL about destruction and mass chaos. Sure Quincy did do a bit of chewing and spitting, but that's natural. It's not like those old movies where they had giant mutant iguanas ravaging some poor unsuspecting town..." His words trailed off as he stared at Calvin. "...uh-oh..."

Calvin's smile had suddenly gone from indulgent to demonic and his eyes had that gleam that promised chaos and lots and lots of screaming. "Heh, heh, heh, heh..."

"Oh hell." Jason sighed and went back to the Yahoo! search page. Maybe they should get a cat instead.

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