‘What’s that?’ Jazz’s mum stared, eyes wide, at the thing that stood next to Jazz.
‘I don’t know,’ Jazz confessed. ‘I found it in the park. I think it’s lost.’ She glanced down at the furry creature. Was it a dog? It didn’t look like one. Or a cat. It was too big for a rabbit, too small for a bear. And really…well, what kind of creature had blue fur? Proper navy blue, like a school blazer.
It looked back up at her with intelligent orange-rimmed eyes. ‘Prrraaawp?’ it said, in a voice that sounded a little like a cat’s but with a metallic ring to it that reminded Jazz of the sound the metal plug made banging in the sink.
‘Can we keep it?’ Jazz asked her mum. Her mum looked doubtful. ‘Oh, I don’t know, love. I mean, what does it eat, for a start? And what if it’s…savage? Does it have sharp teeth?’
As if it understood, the blue creature said, ‘Prrraaawp’ again and opened its mouth in something like a smile. Its teeth were small and rounded.
‘There, you see?’ said Jazz. ‘It’s completely harmless.’