Who’s a good boy?

He was a unique case, glowering hatred from the rear of his cage. He ate, he slept, and he glared. They endeavoured yet failed to coax him closer. That was, until she burst in, exhausted parents in tow. Four words from her, and the hate disappeared.

“Who’s a good boy?”

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