Common sense should have told me to stop before I lost another pet, but the next day we resumed our game. I brought out the only other pet I had left, Rat-Oh. Rat-Oh was my first real pet I owned. He had the sweetest nature even if his balls were totally gross.
At some point in our game I got distracted and before I realized it, I’d done it again. Rat-Oh was gone. My friends helped me scour the courtyard to no avail. This time I decided against saying anything to my mom. Several hours later, I came across several women standing near the manager’s office who were obviously agitated. One of the gardeners was standing next to an overturned trashcan. I asked him what was going on and the gardener told me that he had trapped a rat.
The gardener had really trapped a wild rat?! I told him that I didn't believe him, so he lifted the edge of the trashcan so I could get a little peek. I was surprised that the rat he’d found was my own. I cried, “Rat-Oh!” and scooped him up. The adults were shocked as I walked away with a large rat perched on my shoulder. After that, my friends and I decided it would be better to stop playing Pet Show.