Die! Die! All of you just die. I also want a puppy. I want a puppy!" Zale cries, throwing whatever he could get from tables.
"Here's your puppy." His father said putting a four-year-old toddler on his lap, the same age as zale.
Zale puts his little hands around the kid hugging him. The innocent kid didn't understand as to why he was there and on someone's lap.
"He is ugly." Zale giggles poking his cheeks.
"Should I take him away then. "
"No!" Zale growled, terrifying and making him stiffen in his arms.
"He is mine now."
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