My First Pet Is A Mouse

James contracted a mouse on accident. He meant to tame a song bird with the blood line of a pheonix. But the enterprising little mouse jumped in the way at the crucial moment and James’ blood dropped onto the mouse instead.

A person’s first pet defines their whole life. It could be years of cultivation before he would be strong enough to gain a second pet!

It wasn’t too terrible though. This kind of thing was normal for a looser like James. No one was upset. Instead they nodded their head.

“Yes, just what I would expect from James.”

“It makes sense, someone has to be the cautionary tale.”

“Oh! Is his mouse going to breed a whole colony? Yikes! I am glad I am not his Mom…”

James heard it all. It turns out that his senses were attuned when he tamed the mouse and now he could hear, smell, taste, and see just a little bit better. Granted he was now near sighted and he was especially attuned to high pitched sounds, but that was what bonding a mouse meant.