the house. This time we brought
Panther with us, as part of the
proof. My mom showed this lady
the pictures and the information
from the vet. She still wouldn’t give
us Fufi. My mom threatened to call
the police. It turned into a whole
thing. Finally my mom said, “Okay,
I’ll give you a hundred rand.”
“Fine,” the lady said.
My mom gave her some money
and she brought Fufi out. The other
kid, who thought Fufi was Spotty,
had to watch his mother sell the
dog he thought was his. Now he
started crying. “Spotty! No! Mom,
you can’t sell Spotty!” I didn’t care.