We went to the fish monger to get something for dinner. My dad pointed his finger at a lobster scuttling around in a cage.
“Hey Dad…” I said, calmly. “I didn’t know we’re getting a pet!”
“No… Katelin you, uh, won’t like this but…” Dad began.
“Yes?” I blurted impatiently
“This guy isn’t being our new pet because…”
“YES?” I was very impatient now.
“He is going to be our dinner…”
“WHAT?!” I yelled. If I was in a cartoon, my eyes would be out if their sockets.
I didn’t have dinner last night. I couldn’t eat something so… alive!