One evening, Gajton returned from work with a surprise.
“Why would you bring that thing into our home?” his wife shrieked as soon as he walked through the door. “Around the kids!” She rushed both children into their rooms and locked each door. “What were you thinking?” she continued. “It must go.”
Gajton tried to explain that the one he’d chosen was harmless. And young, too—about only two months. Cute, and still trainable.
“No!” his wife persisted. “This species is just way too dangerous. We’ll stay at Mother’s for a while. Make sure that human is gone before we’re back.”