"Oh no… "
Rand couldn't help moaning as he smelled the burnt smell.
In the morning sun, his fried eggs looked like a billion-year-old lump of carbon, and he put down his plate full of venison and rushed into the kitchen. The kettle was screaming, and the hot canned soup in the other milk pot was gushing out like a fountain from the gap in the lid.
In addition, the alarm clock he had previously set on his mobile phone started screaming on the sofa... accompanied by the dissatisfied "chirp" sound of a certain little monster.
It had been his begging scream that had forced Rand to put down the breakfast he was cooking and feed him a whole plate of fresh venison that Rogers had given him.
Munster is indeed eating more and more, but Rand has no time to worry about this at this time.
"Damn it."
He grumbled, looked at the clock on his phone, and ditched the messy breakfast in the kitchen and went straight back to his room, where he started wearing a T-shirt and jeans. Five minutes later, someone knocked on his door on time.
"Rand, we should go."
Rogers' voice.
About a few days ago, Rogers knocked on Rand's door and asked him if he would like to go with him to a nice private animal shelter in Kansas, and he told Rand that he could spend time with a group of little furry guests. a happy day. And Rand, who was worried about the possible upcoming newspaper job, agreed to him without hesitation.
It was clear, though, that Rand was in trouble right from the start today. He ended up wasting a little bit of time, and before he even had time to brush his hair, he followed Rogers out of the house... Of course, he always ignored Munster's protest, who became excited when he saw him getting ready to go out, It slaps the walls of the aquarium with its increasingly brightly colored and powerful tail fin, sticks its head out of the water and chirps, and the water nearly wets the carpet.
"Calm down, Munster, I'll be back soon, and if I find you wet the carpet, I swear I won't have any venison to offer today."
Rand yelled at Munster in a cold tone.
The little monster sank in frustration after a stunned moment, and Rand slammed the door hard.
Turning his head, he met Rogers' gaze, the kind of light that seemed to have some deep meaning swept across Rogers' purple contact lens quickly, but it still made Rand slightly stunned.
"What's wrong?"
He couldn't help but say.
Rogers immediately gave that familiar smile to Rand.
"Nothing, just thought it was really smart."
Rand shrugged. "That's probably why it's been so troublesome."
Rogers did not continue the subject with him.
He was as gracious and pleasant as ever, somewhat familiar but certainly pleasant—Rand even ignored his slightly assertive attitude that night. After all, Munster did express its fanaticism for those "venison" in its own actions after that.
After learning of Rodgers' occupation, Rand believed that his behavior that night was indeed a confidence that stemmed from his occupation.
Rogers was greeted warmly by almost everyone at the animal protection station in the corner of a city park, and Rand was sure it wasn't just the buckets of homemade cat and dog food that Rogers had removed from the car.
"Actually, in principle, it's against the rules."
Rogers dug out the brown particles from the white airtight plastic bucket. He looked at the abandoned dog who rushed towards him enthusiastically, then turned his head and winked at Rand.
"I make these cat and dog food myself... powdered fresh meat, added with the right amount of vitamins, and never grains for protein. I have a small farm in the suburbs where I stock up some Machinery to process meat that is not very aesthetically pleasing to humans but is indistinguishable to animals..." He said a series of terms that dazzled Rand, and finally made a summary, "But as a shelter volunteer for the preparation of the food group, self-made It's true that the cat and dog food of the company is not in compliance with the regulations, but they all trust me, I mean the people in this animal shelter are very good people, so I finally registered a trademark and started selling my own. No added organic pet food. It's all set."
Then he pointed to the drooling dogs.
"Look, even they know that natural is the most delicious."
Ah, maybe we've been forgetting to identify Rogers, an organic pet food seller.
He even gave Rand a business card.
"You can check out my online store, the code on this business card will give you a discount."
Rogers winked at him as he spoke.
Rand found he felt a little better about his friend... although occasionally he couldn't figure out what was so funny about Rogers' jokes.
For example, when he was trying to package Rogers' pet food with particles of different colors and sizes, he asked what the difference was between these slightly different-looking foods.
And Rogers' answer left him almost completely at a loss as to how to respond.
"In fact, they are generally categorized by age, sex and ethnicity of the meat-providing individuals, fat-rich individuals for cat food, and bone-mass individuals for dog food..."
…
An embarrassing silence crept between Rand and Rogers, made more pronounced by the snorts of the dogs. Rand stared at Rogers in a stunned manner, almost jumping up in place, and at this moment Rogers covered his mouth and laughed.
"Oh God, you don't really believe it!"
And it wasn't until this time that Rand realized that he had been tricked, and he laughed with Rogers.
They've been busy at the animal shelter all day, and the good old silver-haired lady has registered Rand's call—if he has time, he can come over to help walk the dog and shovel cat shit. About the latter Rand isn't quite sure he'll like it, but at least it's going to be more enjoyable than the upcoming associate editor tour... Rand thought.
When they returned to the apartment again, Rand and Rogers were stopped by the administrator.
"Sorry, Mr. Sivers, but your mailbox is full..."
Rand took the newspaper out of the mailbox and hugged it awkwardly. He hadn't managed his mailbox for so long that at last the administrator had to remind him that he had better take those papers and letters home.
When he opened the door, Rogers helped him find the key, and Rand couldn't help feeling grateful to him.
"You don't look like the type of person who would leave newspapers and mail in the letterbox."
He couldn't help speaking to Rand.
Rand froze slightly as he looked for the keys in his bag, and gave Rogers a wry smile without answering him directly.
"Thank you, Rogers, it was a great day."
He says.
Although his haute couture clothes are now covered in dog and cat hair, there is a stinky odor characteristic of animal protection stations.
But when he said this, Rand was sincere.
The Kansas Journal
July 14, 2017
The culprit of the police officer's murder has been found!
A suspect has been identified in the police officer's murder that caught the public eye at near-term time. It is reported that the female suspect once worked in a special club in the city, causing speculation. A police spokesman declined to say how the officer's personal life was linked to his killing. He mentioned that although the body of the victim police officer has not been found, the police have enough evidence to arrest the female suspect...
"Onion Express"
July 21, 2017
"Leather" female killer dies of severe flesh-eating infection before conviction The female killer of the special club police officer victimization case, which attracted intense public attention, died today in the special ward of the Central Hospital. According to reliable sources, Susan Nuo had fallen into a severe coma when the police were chasing her, and during the week of rescue, she had not been awake enough to answer police questions. Apparently, where exactly the body of the victim officer is located will continue to be a mystery that haunts everyone...
After opening the door, Rand casually threw the newspaper into the basket.
Fragments of news flashed past his field of vision, but he didn't care.
The after-effects of being a public library administrator still linger on him, such as how he still likes to read newspapers - even if Caroline has ordered him almost every newspaper in Kansas, from real news to gossip tabloids. .
The air outside was terribly hot, and the horizon was even slightly distorted by the steam.
But the air in the room was cool and cold, and a faint smell of water filled the dimly lit living room. Returning from the hot outdoors to the cool indoors should be a pleasant thing, but Rand didn't know why he suddenly had a shudder.
A subtle sense of reconciliation was like a small hand pulling on his nerves, and it took him a while to think—oh, those venison.
"Hula la..."
There was a clear splash from the direction of the aquarium, and a pair of eyes protruded silently from the edge of the aquarium, its reflection in the shadows shining like a polished coin.
"chirp..."
"Okay, I see, Munster."
Rand threw the backpack on the sofa, and while soothing the little monster who always seemed to be hungry, walked to the balcony and opened the curtains. The abundant sunlight instantly brightened the living room, but Munster's cry did not allow Rand to enjoy the light as much as he hoped.
It stared straight at Rand, growling more sharply.
"I see—damn, didn't you just eat when I left the house in the morning?"
Rand couldn't bear to turn his head and roared at it.
Next to the aquarium was the plate he had fed this morning, a circle of brown blood on the edge of the plate.
Rand walked over, picked up the dish in disgust and put it in the sink. Even though he knew it was only deer blood, the color and faint smell made Rand feel uncomfortable for a while, and he began to regret not washing the dishes today. went straight out.
But Munster loved the smelly "venison".
Rand thought of the cute little animals he saw at the animal shelter today, each of them so furry and well-behaved—and looking at this...
"I just don't know what I'm doing wrong."
Rand muttered in frustration.
He approached Munster and reached out to try to touch Munster's belly, as well as his forehead as usual... Munster just loves this, it's only when he touches his belly that it looks a little bit so cute. But today is an exception.
Rand's scream grew sharper as Rand approached it.
Rand noticed that its two new tentacles (longer and slender than before) were completely erect—meaning that it was very tense, or rather, irritable.
"Okay, what is it this time?!"
Rand spread his hands and roared at it.
"Haw...haw..."
Hearing the series of voices, Rand began to hope for the countless times that he could understand what was going on in the head of this little monster.
All in all, past experience gave Rand an ominous premonition.
"... chirp!"
At the same time he thought so, he saw in disbelief that Munster swung his tail fin and rushed straight out of the aquarium at an unbelievable angle.
A huge impact hit his chest, Rand inevitably fell to the ground, and in his chest, a damn little monster was writhing triumphantly - just now , it jumped straight from the aquarium onto Rand's body.
If Munsterschamp was the little fish that Rand could bring to Kansas in a sports bottle, maybe it wouldn't be a big deal—but he's almost as long as Rand's arm, and he's damned of fat a whole circle.
Rand felt like he had been hit by a torpedo, and at that moment he almost felt like his lungs were about to be squeezed out of his mouth.
The feeling of being overwhelmed is definitely not good, he has gold stars in his eyes and his body is weak from the pain.
And Munster…
Munster didn't realize his power at all.
It opened its mouth full of fine teeth, and squeaked and rubbed Rand's face, a blue tongue with a forked tip like a lizard flashed between its lips at a rapid speed Flash in - licking Rand's face, neck.
A strong smell... fishy, or something else, emanated from the gooey mucus it secreted instantly, rubbing the smelly mucus on Rand as hard as it could. .
Until Rand regained his strength, jumped up screaming, then pulled out the newspaper and rolled it into a tube, and started chasing it like a huge cockroach.
That scene was literally a nightmare within a nightmare. (Especially for Rand, who feels like he's been drenched in glue, the slime has a strong fishy smell and that weird smell)
Munster was more dexterous than the previous one, moving so quickly, even at his much larger size. It circled as far as possible around the legs of the chair and the table, trying to escape Rand's newspaper - and finally managed to get under the sofa with reluctance.
This is its first mistake today, it slightly overestimated its abdominal circumference... It was stuck under the sofa, and most of its body was exposed.
Rand threw away the newspaper, walked over slowly, and pulled out the little monster that began to mourn little by little.
Then Rand noticed something strange about its body.
"Oh, what is this?"
He squinted at Munster's belly.
On the part of Munster that should have been the pelvic fin, two blue-white hind claws like lizard legs were habitually crawling in the void.
Rand finally understood why Munster was moving so quickly this time—it had grown two hind legs.
Oh damn—
Rand heard a weak moan in his heart.
At least now he can be sure that Munster doesn't look like a fish anymore.