Pete's Expert Summary
It appears my human has procured a set of four large, offensively bright plastic baubles they are calling "dragon eggs." The concept is that within each of these cheap-looking prisons lies an articulated, serpent-like creature. For a human kitten, the thrill is apparently in the cracking of the shell and the "surprise" within. For me, the shell is an obstacle, an insult to proper prey packaging. However, the creature inside—a long, jointed, "crystal" reptile—holds some promise. If it clatters satisfyingly when batted across the hardwood and its segmented body provides an unpredictable skitter, it might just be a worthy opponent. If not, it's just more plastic destined for the dark abyss beneath the credenza.
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A Tale from Pete the Cat
The Amazonian Oracle delivered the artifacts in a box, as is tradition. My human, in their role as Keeper of the Things, placed four gaudy, jewel-toned stones upon my favorite sunning rug. "Eggs," the Keeper called them. An absurdity. I am an expert on eggs; they are laid by the small, feathered fools in the garden, and they are delightfully fragile. These were hard, glossy, and smelled of the sterile nothingness of a factory. I gave the violet one a cursory sniff, decided it was beneath my notice, and began meticulously grooming a single tuft of fur on my shoulder to demonstrate my profound disinterest. The Keeper, ever impatient, could not wait for a natural hatching. With a crude twist and a dull *snap* of plastic, the green stone was rent in two. From its shattered husk, the Keeper extracted a creature. It was a skeletal wyrm, a symphony of sharp angles and interlocking plates that glittered under the lamp like trapped starlight. As the Keeper dangled it, its body rippled with a dry, rattling sound—*clack-clack-clack*—a whisper of the desert, of bones long bleached by the sun. It wasn't alive, yet it moved with a ghastly, hypnotic fluidity. This was not prey. This was an effigy, a challenge sent from some plastic dimension to mock me. The Keeper set the beast upon the polished floorboards, where it lay in a glittering, emerald heap. I descended from the rug, my movements silent, my white paws making no sound. I was a gray shadow, a wisp of judgment. I approached the still form, my tail a low, slow metronome of impending doom. A single paw, tipped with claws I graciously keep sheathed (for now), extended and tapped the creature's head. It wiggled, its whole body undulating in a wave of faint clicks. The "sharp edges" the humans fear were but a pleasant texture against my pads. It was a silent invitation to a duel. My response was a blur of gray and white fur. I didn't pounce to kill—this thing had no life to take, no satisfying give of flesh. I pounced to *play*. A solid thwack from my paw sent the dragon skittering across the floor, its articulated body causing it to fishtail in a chaotic, unpredictable ballet. It was a worthy dance partner. I pursued, I batted, I sent it careening off the leg of the coffee table with a resounding *CLATTER*. This was not a toy to be disemboweled. It was a training automaton, a tireless sparring partner whose only flaw was its lack of a terrified squeak. It has earned its place. For tonight, it will not be banished to the under-sofa realm. It will rest by my food dish, a trophy of a battle well fought.
