[Urgent Request] How to Take Care of an Abandoned Dragon?

It was a few days after I picked up Gonske and started keeping him.

My grandmother spoke to me when I watched the video on my phone and laughed at Kerakera and, well, the way she laughed, which I couldn't even say was classy for flattery.

"Tetsubo, I got this."

"Hmm?"

Look, there's something like a snake shell in my grandmother's purse.

"Your snake has been skinned, so, see, the snake shell says you'll get lucky, and if you skim it again, I'll take it."

I'm a lizard, not a snake, okay?

"Okay."

Nevertheless, Gonske was pretty used to being dumped like that, and cats are used to it.

And I seem to miss it.

Unlike dogs and cats, lizards never miss being used to people, which was written online, but somehow makes me feel like I miss them.

It doesn't matter, Tetsu means me.

Tesaurus is my real name.

It is also delivered to the bureau in Tesaurus.

Well, I'm not sure because it's hard to say, but the grownups are called tetsu, by friends and acquaintances.

By the way, Gonske, the producer of that loose shell, is proud over my head.

When I peeled it, it got a little bigger.

Even so, it is still palm-sized.

You can't see over your head, can you?

The well-maintained and shiny two horns of my grandmother, who is an ogre, are pictured there because she acts as a mirror.

My grandmother strokes Gonske gently sitting on my head.

Gonske looks happy in the corner.

"Kurrrrrrrr"

Make a sweet squeal.

"Oh, you have a weird cob on your back."

I pulled in the hand my grandmother was stroking and squealed about that.

Gonske, who was caressed by his comfort, looks back at his grandmother with a face that seems to be insufficient.

No, this guy plays videos on my phone every once in a while.

Plus, I'm watching it right.

You're a smart lizard.

I slapped Gonske from my head and saw his back.

Indeed, there are many camel cobs or bumpy objects like the back of a dragon.

"On your head, isn't this the corner?

My grandmother further pointed it out.

There was a pointed part there, like a deformed horn indeed.

"Really.

It seems that pet creatures are improving their breeds these days, so maybe when they grow up, the visuals will look like dragons. "

Say it yourself, I'm having a little fun.

Dragons are expensive and untouchable.

Only the rich can keep such a thing.

Depending on the breed, it is normal for almost owners to keep it for status purposes.

There is a race called the Dragon Nation in the world, but it's an alley. It's a human and monkey relationship.

The Dragons and Mori are sub people, as their name suggests, both of whom are superior to men in their magic and intelligence.

It is a winning race.

Large corporations and highly educated, well, that is, a species that is common to the elite and the rich.

Of course, the upper classes also have a human race.

Dragon and forest people can also be in the conscious system.

And it is the breed improved dragon that makes such a pet of the upper class.

Just like some pet shops call them dogs and cats, they sell children's dragons and chicks that have just hatched from eggs.

The price is, well, expensive.

At the lowest price, you can buy about two of the latest tillers.

If it's a tiller, don't you know it's not a farmer?

About two luxury cars.

I also heard that raising them seems difficult, although I don't know the details.

Reptiles are skinned, but in the case of dragons, they are called evolution, not skinned.

Pet dragons range from small to large, depending on the variety.

But generally, I can't buy pets in the first place at home, which is the lower class.

The pong now is one produced by a wildcat who settled in our farm shed.

He had a pretty nostalgic personality, and when my mother realized she liked him, she wore a collar and reigned as our cat.

By the way, Pong's bait bill is twisted by cutting my father's pennies.

For Pong's sake, my father stopped smoking and drinking.

"Variety improvement, hey. I don't have a very good image though.

Well, if you want to keep it, be responsible until the end. "

And, grandmother.

"I know."

By the way, Gonske's food bill is out of my dime.

But he doesn't eat bugs at all on lizard scum.

If you look away, you eat roasted fish and raw meat.

Yesterday, my mother found that steal and scolded me, and I was stuck for a while.

"If you're wrong, don't throw it away with garbage."

He said, "I know."

I know why my grandmother says it so persistently.

Because we had a story about that kitten.

Instead, I picked it up because it was dumped as garbage.

Besides, I'm very excited if Gonske is going to look good with peeling.

There was a time when I thought so, too.