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Minerva slammed the recipe book onto a table as she clenched her hands into tight fists and stomped her foot on the ground. Just when she thought that she had found that special someone, he turned out to be someone that was out to hunt her. "Well whatever," she said as she tipped her head back and held her pink nose in the air, "I am not going to let some hunting dog ruin my schedule."

She walked into her kitchen and past the basket of daisies that she and Brian had picked together earlier in the day. Minerva turned her head and looked at the basket. She had the tendency to pick up those flowers and hurl them out of the house but something stopped her. Even though he had "betrayed" her, she had a good time picking those daisies with Brian. The mink averted her eyes from the flowers and picked up a small basket that she was going to fill with berries.


Thanks a lot Stewie Brian wanted to snap at the baby. The two of them had returned back to the camp site where they were welcomed by Lois, Bonnie, and Meg. Brian figured that the men had gone to search for the mink themselves.

"Oh and you found Stewie," Lois said as she picked up her baby and held him against her, "I was starting to get worried."

"Hmm of course you were," Stewie sarcastically replied.

"For a second I thought that Peter took him to go hunting," the red haired woman continued.

"What's so special about this mink?" Meg suddenly asked her parents.

Without thinking, Brian blurted, "SHE'S BEAUTIFUL!" which, made Meg, Lois, and Bonnie turn their heads to look at him. "Uh...beautiful fur I mean," he quickly hid his liking for her.

"You saw the mink?" Bonnie asked.

Brian nodded his head, "and that's why Mayor West wants her. She-it's got beautiful fur and like he said, it's fur is rare." He had the need to be far away from the Griffins and on his own for a while. "You know Lois," he began, "I have been with Stewie the whole time and I need some time to myself just to clear my head." Without even waiting for her to respond, Brian quickly turned his back on the women and walked away.

Once he was a good distance away from them, he charged through the forest to find Minerva's house. Once he got there, he ran up to the doorstep and knocked on the door a couple of times. There was no response from her. Damn it where is she? Brian thought. He suddenly remembered that she wanted to make a pie and she mentioned that she picked fresh berries from the bushes.

Maybe I'll find her there. If I can find any bushes filled with berries he thought as he left her house and went to look for her.


Minerva hummed as she spotted a live green bush filled with red berries. "Ooh those are perfect," she said as she put the basket on the ground and sat down next to the bush. She slowly picked out the ripe berries and put them in the basket.

There was a sudden rustling in the bushes. Minerva's ears perked up and she turned her head to look. From the bushes, a man with a smile on his face who was also holding a cage walked over to her. "Well hello there little mink," he said in a slight tenor voice.

Minerva let out a little sigh as she got up on her toes and looked at him. "And you are?" she asked as she put her hands on her hips.

"The name's Bruce," he said, "nice to meet ya'll," he said as he took her hand in his and shook it.

Minerva knowingly nodded her head. "And let me guess," she began, "you are here to hunt me for my fur right?"

"Oh no," Bruce immediately answered as he held his hands out in front of him, "I wouldn't hunt down an innocent animal. No, I was just going to take you in as a pet. See, my pets keep running away from me and I decided to take a chance and try a mink as a pet."

"And you want me to be your pet?" Minerva asked.

"Yeah," Bruce nodded.

Minerva gave him a sly smile. Another chance to shoo one of these men away she though as she walked up to him. "Now why would you want to have a met like me?" she asked.

"Well for starters, minks can be kept as pets and they are usually very sweet to their owners once they can get used to them," Bruce told her.

Minerva nodded her head, "but not wild minks," she said. "You see, I was raised in the wild and by that term, I am the type of pet that you don't want in the house."

"I'm a good owner to the pets that I had before they ran away. I don't see what's wrong in trying you out as a pet," he said.

Minerva shook her head. There had to be some other way to make this guy get away from her. She had tried all of her charismatic attitudes towards the last hunters so this time she was willing to try something very different. She had to find her inner mink attitude. Well why not? I am a mink she thought as an idea struck her.

She put her hands on the ground and furrowed her eyebrows at Bruce.

"What are you doing?" he asked as he took a step back when she arched her back and let a hiss escape from her throat. Bruce immediately took a step back from her. "I-I-I didn't mean to threaten ya'll."

"Well you certainly are," Minerva hissed as she lashed her blond tail forward that caused Bruce to take a bunch of steps back. She leaped closer to him and grabbed his leg with her tail and pulled him down where his back made contact with the ground.

Bruce dug his nails to the ground and thrashed his legs around to free himself from her grip. Suddenly, Minerva opened her mouth and let out a high pitched shriek. Her scream was followed by Bruce's. He clutched her fluffy tail and tried to remove it from his leg.

Seeing that she had achieved in scaring him, Minerva let go of his tail and Bruce immediately leaped to his feet and ran away from her.

"And my work here is done," she said as she picked up her basket and walked away from the bushes.