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“Wow, you’ve really got her well trained,” remarked Billy’s 8th grade teacher, Mr. Hoser. He’d just run across Billy and Cassie at the renaissance fair.
“Oh, yeah, Cassie’s great. Fetches me tankards of root beer and turkey legs all day,” Billy said.
“Whatever you wish, m’lord,” Cassie whispered.
Me. Hoser approached Cassie. He rubbed her shoulders, squeezing them firmly. The raccoon blushed under her fur.
“Obedient pets are wonderful. But there’s something to meeting the challenge of a resistant animal,” Mr. Hoser said. “You know there’s a dungeon here so owners can discipline their animals if they get unruly.”
“Uhm, thanks Mr. Hoser. See you on Monday,” Billy said.
The teacher gave Cassie a knowing nod before strolling away.
“I’m sure I can earn myself a flogging.” Cassie nibbled her lower lip as she imagined the possibilities.