Wearily settling his large frame into a seat aboard his docked ship, Nar considered his brother's idea. Tol had suggested bringing one of their cousins, a sharp-minded younger male named Gom, into their burgeoning pet trade. Gom's primary role would be acquisition trips to that planet to collect more pets. By now, they understood that they had to take care in where they poached lest some of the locals get suspicious. That might lead to competition.
At first, Nar was reluctant as he would have preferred to be the one making most of the expeditions. But now he understood that perhaps someone else would have more stamina for the job. The human giggles from the passageway confirmed this.
After returning to the planet with his own personal pet from his first visit, Nar had purloined two more pets. Naturally, future visits would involve even more to reduce overhead but they had some immediate requests and the brothers knew that quick response would help their reputation. The second pet had needed some medical attention and was relatively easy to care for since the physical care for her injuries was largely automated.
But the first pet was a much younger one, two years of age, and was very lively. Nar's own pet had cared for her at first but by the end of the return trip, was too pregnant to chase after the smaller one. Nar's pet, Carley (he had figured out that was what her species had named her), had just finished giving birth to her first brood of kkra and was resting. This left the care of the smallest pet to Nar, who found her to be a challenge.
As if on cue, a tiny, unclothed figure with golden head fur came speeding into the room.
"Silly monster!" she screamed with peals of laughter before racing around his seat like a high speed, off-kilter satellite.
Having learned from past experience on how to snare the impish little creature, Nar sat perfectly still. The little girl scooted closer as she circled him and Nar didn't even twitch.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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