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Or more of a holiday or more of a festival?

I really want a puppy or dog, whatever, that ISN'T sickly in any way or anything. I've heard that terriers are very active and live longest, but which dog would be the strongest?

Could you guys tell me if the ocelot or the Iberian lynx is more beautiful or which one you prefer more?

And... I don't have links so could you guys just search on google images?

Thanks in advance!

Hey guys, there's so many ways this could go, and in the beginning I wanted to make the alligator be the partner of agent orange, but my teacher only wants five pages, double spaced, so I was considering making the climax just being that the alligator is actually the criminal and have it end in Agent Black beating the alligator and meeting his real partner, a just as wacky, if not wackier... crocodile. Below is the first and second page. I think. Sorry it's a little long.

Agent Black was typically a good agent. He tracked well, he avoided confrontation well, he adapted well. But what was one to do when faced with a mutant alligator dressed in a suit? Why did other people seem to not notice? Oh well, there were some mutant kangaroos and birds, but still.

“Hello. I’m supposed to work with you?” he held out his hand uncertainly, his other hand clutching a water glass tightly.

“Certainly. I am Agent Orange. Although I rather prefer Agent Green and am known as the Lone Moose.” He laughed showing off his ridiculously sharp teeth and stretched his claw and grasped Agent Black’s hand. He was relieved that the… mutant had filed down his nails.

“I prefer Ollie, actually. My mother used to call me Fofomowomo, you see. Translation of Hiss hiss hiss hiss SCREECH.” He smiled politely, waving his claw towards Black, who looked the slightest bit bewildered.

“Oh, now and then, I can pick up thoughts. Not everything, of course, just words that are more pronounced. Like, you know, mutant. It comes off useful sometimes, like now, for instance. It has come to my attention that squatters are on my property.”

Agent Black took a small sip of his water. He had expected his partner to be more… human.

“So call the police.” Agent Black said politely.

“I have, Agent Black! And yet they wouldn’t even send an officer in order to investigate my squirrel invasion.”

“Your squatters are squirrels?”

“Yes, those dreaded tree rats with the bushy tail designed to distract people.”

“Humans often prefer to have squirrels on their property. They increase property value, or so I have heard-”

“-Which increases my taxes! The state is forcing me to pay for the privilege of having squirrel squatters on my property. There is, good news, however, and I have a plan. I am resourceful after all.”

“Does your homeowner’s insurance cover the psychiatric bills?”

“No. I have decided to host an All-You-Can-Catch-Squirrel buffet to all the reptiles for five fifty an hour.”

“…”

“Splendid, if I’m not mistaken.”

“And do the reptiles have money for that?”

“Yes, Agent Black, although it depends where they’re specialized in.”

“I see. Well, I was transferred to-” Agent Black was ready to get down to business by now and he had regained his composure over meeting a mutant crocodile. Er, alligator.

“Yes, yes. Special Investigations Unit. My unit. Oh and the people don’t notice because there are so many mutants here. What with the Dr.‘s incident so many years ago.”

“Oh.”

Agent Black had heard about the incident when Dr. Falazoid had done an illegal investigation that had somehow resulted in a load of mutant animals a century ago, but he had never believed it. You don’t really get many mutant animals in England .

“Well enough. Let’s order shall we? I know I’m starving for some humans. Kidding, of course.” He licked his green snout and grinned again.

What do you guys think?