Lucas Stories: Enter Lark (March 2019)

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The boy's face fell when he saw the cat his mom brought home. It looked evil. It was the last thing he wanted, especially since it glared at him.
   "Say hi to Lark!" his mother exclaimed.
   Lark glared at the boy.
   The boy glared at Lark.
   Lark kept glaring.
   The boy kept glaring.
   "Why don't you two play, get to know each other?" the boy's mom asked. "You know; bond!"
   Lark let out an angry meow. His glare never faltered.
   The boy reluctantly picked the cat up and carried it to his room, then he yelped as Lark scratched his arm and leaped onto his bed. "Listen here, human," Lark said, startling the boy, "this is now my bed. You are my slave. Now fetch me some treats."
   The boy stared in shock. "You...talk..."
   "Of course I talk, human," Lark half-snarled. "Would I be president of the world if I didn't talk?"
   "You're not president," the boy told the cat. In this, he felt confident.
   "I am, even if the world doesn't know it," Lark persisted. "Now fetch me some treats. Your mother starved me on the way here." The boy scurried downstairs.
   "Can I give Lark a treat, please?" he asked.
   "I knew you'd love him!" his mother exclaimed. "They're in the pantry."
   The boy hurried to grab them, but it wasn't because he loved the cat, it was because he was afraid of the cat. He brought the treat upstairs to find that, to his horror, his bed was destroyed.
   "You'd think humans would be better slaves," Lark muttered, then noticed the treat. "Well, I guess you are a good slave." Lark tilted his head as if pondering something. "You know what, in a symbol of my gratitude, I'll find you a nice, fat lizard and give it to you personally."