"Hunter, can you run downstairs and feed the pigs?" I hear my father calling me, but he knew I most likely wouldn't. But my ferret was eager to go outside, so I decided why not? You most likely think it's weird for me to have a ferret, let alone one that lives to sit on my shoulder like everywhere else. Ferrets don't smell, they only go outdoors so they make pretty good pets, at least for me. Animals seem to love me, my dad claims it's a "gift" but I think it's just a skill. My ferret was now patting me on the shoulder trying to tell me to get out. I wish he could talk because I've been at this for about 12 years. It's funny how I met her, my ferret. I was playing in the fields behind our family's farm when he just came out of the woods and sat next to me, my dad was freaking out because he thought he had rabies and was telling me to get him away. But I brought him in with me and borrowed a cage from my friend Adaline because her family owned a pet store. My dad soon found out about my ferret but I convinced him to let me keep it. I named him Myril because Adaline wanted me to call her that at the time. I don't remember much about my mother, but from what my father told me she was a kind woman who convinced my father to buy the farm. After I was born, she got cancer and died. And unfortunately that's pretty much all I know about her. So I let Myril climb onto my shoulders and go down to the kitchen. "Hey Hunter, I need you to feed the pigs and then you can go to the barn and get the harvesting tools? my father said after taking a sip of tea. It was autumn and I didn't go to school, because my father loved my stay away from society and decided to make me homeschool, really, ah... half of the paper... it's hard to explain and all but I could swear were made of creepers About 40 of them loaded the basilisk and all their blinding, glowing eyes must have stunned him because Grath seized the opportunity and charged head-on at the basilisk. “What is he doing? He'll get himself killed!" "Don't worry, he'll be fine." "What do you mean?" "Trust me." "Wait, how will a wolf kill a huge basilisk, please tell me. ""Poison. He has the poison hunter." "Of course he does. I saw Grath run towards the stunned basilisk and jump onto a rock to launch himself at its head. With an echoing thud the basilisk began to say, "How can I explain this? It's a bit strange really." It simply turned to dust, leaving behind a few snake scales. I frantically reached for Myrill hoping she was still there and breathed a sigh of relief when I felt her smooth brown fur.