By Alicia VanNoy Call
So when I went out last week to check the mail, I found a sphynx hiding under the porch. Its feathers were streaked with mud. I think it was hit by a car. It smelled like wet leaves, its eyes glowing red in the cobwebby darkness.
I said, “Tell me my future.”
And it was all, “Shut up and go get me some milk.”
So I got my dad’s robot arm, the one he got after his back surgery and I reached under the porch and clamped it around the sphynx’s neck and dragged it into the house. It yowled like a tomcat and peed on the hallway rug. It kept trying to get me with its claws. But once I shoved it in Daisy’s crate, it stopped and just stared. Its eyes were like changing colors and I thought it was really weird, so I texted Lexie and Kara:
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