When I was back in the pound, I could only think of how master used to take care of me. Why did he leave me like this? Why? I used to remember those words ringing in my head. Again and again. It was torture. I hated it! Hate it! Hate it! Hate it! But, I knew he didn't hate me- us. We were a family.
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I was so happy when Master Vincent chose me from all the other Xweetok in the Neopet center. His hug was full of warmth. There was nothing that could be better than that hug.
When he got me I was red, but he painted me golden brown. I loved it, it was my favorite color.
He dressed me up in Shenkuu performer outfit. Can you believe he used all his Neocash for me?
But my favorite thing was the name master gave me, Razor. I remember him saying something about me being very fast and strong. Razor, heh, that's me. I love saying that.
Master fed me properly. He made me read books, play with toys, travel around Neopia- everything that I wanted to do when I was young.
I discovered so many cool things and games with master, and I knew he was doing it to keep me happy. Because he loved me.
To me, master and I were the perfect pair of neopet and trainer. The dynamic duo. I loved him and he loved me.
But master was progressive. I knew things were going to change.
