I turned Jake around, holding him in front of me, eye to eye. His eyes, big and brown like mine and Mom's. "You were right Dad..." I whispered. "He is so much cooler than a puppy."
"Isn't he tho?" Mom agreed, happy for the subject change. "Isn't he the most beautiful little thing?"
I nodded slowly, grinning in awe. "Yeah, he looks good enough to eat," I agreed. And without thinking about it I licked my lips, and opened my mouth real wide, and bit his head. Not hard enough to hurt or anything. Just a soft sort of suckling bite.
My parents giggled.
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