Sorry, I've been inactive on this site for while for various reasons- school, working on my own writings, yadda yadda yadda- and I was quite surprised when ginnyhatesthem sent me those reviews. That spurred me to write again on my story.
Disclaimer: I don't own… oh, the hell with it…
Hobbes sought out refuge behind the automaton tigers near the wall on a higher shelf, and sulked for the rest of that day. Why had they left him all alone? He just didn't understand it….
When his sulking gave way to boredom, he watched the people below, picking toys out. There was one particular couple that caught his attention. They were arguing about whether or not they would buy their young son a Stuffed Animal. "I think he'd want a giraffe," Said the father, picking up one. "Yeah, but he was looking particularly interested in the tigers in that nature special last night," said the Mother, looking over a fake Tiger on the lower levels. "Are you sure that we should reward him for his recent behavior? I mean, for God's sake, he tried to set fire to-"
"Honey. He's just a toddler. Let's bring him here tomorrow, and he'll pick out the one that he wants." The Father begrudgingly nodded, and they walked away.
Hobbes started to think about this. What kid wouldn't want a walking, talking tiger for a pet? Since Lucinda abandoned him, he started thinking about leaving the store. The companionship of a human child didn't seem to be so bad as Lucinda made it seem. From Hobbes' observations, they seemed to be quite gentle- at least the girl children. But this was a little kid! How harmful could he be?
Night fell, and the humans left. Hobbes began to fall asleep, and forget the hustle and bustle of the day when-
"Hobbes! Hobbes! Where are you?"