Shelly was a little disgruntled.
Not that she had even been gruntled, you understand. Gruntles were believed to have become extinct before she was born. But grandpa told stories that his grandpa had told him about the days when gruntles would explore near human homes, and even come up into yards and onto porches. They were timid little beasts, long officially classed as endangered. It had long been illegal to hunt or sell them, or keep one in captivity. But a home where gruntles played was traditionally a happy home. And when the gruntles became scarce, much of humanity was disgruntled.
Not that she had even been gruntled, you understand. Gruntles were believed to have become extinct before she was born. But grandpa told stories that his grandpa had told him about the days when gruntles would explore near human homes, and even come up into yards and onto porches. They were timid little beasts, long officially classed as endangered. It had long been illegal to hunt or sell them, or keep one in captivity. But a home where gruntles played was traditionally a happy home. And when the gruntles became scarce, much of humanity was disgruntled.
