Porg
Piccolo hopped off towards the monster. It had eaten a different porg. It would eat him. Piccolo did not care. Piccolo wanted to see the monster. Piccolo liked the monster. He hopped towards the monster. It looked at him, and for some reason, it seemed scared. The monster roared. Piccolo's friends ran away. It roared again. Piccolo saw that the monster was tall and brown. He liked the monster's fur. It looked soft. The monster put down the dead porg and reached for Piccolo. This was it. Piccolo had stayed too long. Now the monster was going to eat him. At least he would get to feel the monster's fur. It looked soft. But the monster didn't eat him. It carried him to its den, and set him down in a nest of broken material. Piccolo liked the monster. He did not like the girl that was with the monster. But Piccolo liked the monster. He purred and fell asleep in the nest. Piccolo was happy.