“Oh, Poppa! This one makes a lot more sense than that little one! Can I keep it?”

“HEY! Aren’t we going to play a game!” Furboa screams from the floor, though it’s hard to see him since his growing moustache has made a HUGE pile in front of him, at least a foot taller than he is.

“Sure, sure. Just make sure you feed it this time.”

“Oh, thank you, Poppa! Thank you!”

You see in 1886 with the influx of Time Travelers venturing back all the live-long day it became a fad to keep Time Travelers as family pets.

You live the rest of your days playing fetch, roll-over, and “say the word carmel, since you say it funny”...luckily for you the rest of your days is only like a week. Didn’t Poppa say to feed you? Oh, well. I’m sure they’ll get another time traveler soon...

THE END

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