Sportacus meets Cryptid Sport - Thebluekangaroo and Stimacus
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The Cryptid’s claws dug into the bark of the tree as he clamored up it’s thick trunk like a huge, monstrous-looking squirrel. He could often be found in this tree (thus unintentionally causing people to avoid it) because he liked to eat the fruit that hung from it.
In this case, though, the fruit was not what caused him to climb up there. Rather it was a small, black-and-white kitten. Unfortunately, animals were just as skittish around the Cryptid as humans were, but this kitten had gotten used to him and was now the only one that would interact calmly with him.
Sport’s claws carefully encircled the kitten’s middle so that he could lift it into his arms. “Climb bad.” He informed the kitten in his deep, raspy voice. It was also heavily accented, because his broken English was due to lack of learning, not lack of ability. “Stay ground. Fall. No.”
He looked up when he sensed someone else in the area around the tree. Still holding the kitten gently to his chest, he watched the newcomer curiously.
