and so, those that have their own were pretty happy about it. those who didn’t their own, had to share a bit. they shared with those who had their own. clearly, no one was happy about it. no zeal at all.

at least, those who has to share had moderate joy. until the owner came hunting.

rats. darts. dragons. sharks. fishes.

okay, he wants his own too.

and he continues to dream on. and sulks. for he is a big kid without his own