"Feh, rock, paper, scissors on who gets the kid, okay?" said a male, white aisha. "But why rock, paper, scissors? You know I always lose," complained a golden, female aisha. "That's exactly why we're playing it," he answered simply. The gold one glared at him, twitching slightly. "Why not just put that brat in the pound?" she suggested. At that same moment, a wail came from the nursery room. "Stupid thing, can't even catch a break from her," the gold whined. The white aisha rubbed his forehead for a moment, and sighed, "Fine, first thing tomorrow morning, we're getting rid of the pest."
The next day, the two aishas, hooded to hide their identity, dropped a small box in the gutter of Neopian streets. A muffled cry came from the box, but the busy neopians didn't bother to pay attention, for they have their own worries to worry about. Into the sewer the box went, shielding the poor thing inside from any dangers. Alas, the flow of the disgusting sewage water finally eroded to a stop. Two wide eyes peered from the two slanted covers. Afraid of the outside world, it stayed in its refuge for a few more hours. What drove it out was the hunger that her tummy can't bear. Instinctively, she crawled out in search of food. Out came a small, little, yellow aisha from the small cardboard box.