when she arrives, she's in one of her usual white sundresses with white sandals. she approaches Pratt and the deer carefully, making little cooing noises at it]
Yes, please drink so you'll grow big and strong. [to Pratt] She's beautiful. Where did you find her?
[teasingly, hands behind her back, swaying back and forth]
Because you can have as many dogs as you want? Golden Retrievers and Labradors and German Shepard and Huskies and Malamutes and Shiba Inu and Boxers and Pit Bulls and as many dogs as you like?
I was out in the jungle scouting around and there was a whole herd of them. But then a flock of these purple.. kind of.. pterodactyl things swooped down and attacked. The herd ran off leaving this little gal behind.
So I caught her and brought her here. I'm not even sure she's really weaned. She doesn't eat food she more... mushes it.
[It's not trying to chomp her fingers, so that's a start anyway.]
There were some leafy plants that kind of look like pumpkins, but she won't eat those either. Well.. she will if I mush them up and then pry her mouth open and put them on her tongue. Then she'll chew and swallow them. But not if I just offer it to her.
I'm not going to feed this thing like a baby bird.
[The 'spay and neuter your pets' practice hadn't really reached Montana.]
Cats are a little easier, you don't have to take them for walks and while they can claw your furniture they probably won't eat your entire couch because they're bored while you're at work.
[a bit dubiously] Maybe? I wouldn't put it past the aliens to put us on a planet with cute little vampire deer. But she shouldn't be interested in our blood, we're not from around here.
[no, not yet. not that she could, Tinya would just phase her fingers away]
You might have to? You did take her in. I guess you could always try to find a herd of more of her kind and see if they'd accept her, but if they don't? Then what?
He was a good dog, he just didn't really like being cooped up in the house all day and if I left him in the back yard he'd jump the fence or dig under it.
Well when he was young anyway. By the time he was about 10 he just wanted to plop on the bed and sleep all day. Lucky dog.
Yeah I'm not sure. I was only going to keep her until she was old enough to fend for herself, maybe a few weeks or so. Not forever.
[The deputy with a bleeding heart for small animals.]
Maybe it needs to be sweeter, mix everything with sugar. I'm not sure. But she's been doing fine so far. Other than standing on that chair yelling in the middle of the night.
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