I once asked if I could bring a giraffe to the space station with me. I mean, everybody brings pets with them when they are on vacation there: dogs, cats, birds, bunnies, even snakes. So I asked very seriously if I could bring a giraffe with me. My Dad laughed so, so, so hard, he almost fell off his floating chair. That was so mean, laughing at me like that; I’m being very serious about this. Then I decided to ask Mom, because I really, really want to bring a giraffe with me to the space station next week when we go there on vacation.

Mom was making lunch in the kitchen alongside our robotic cook. I came up to her very seriously too, and asked again if I could bring a giraffe to the space station next week. She gave me a huge smile and giggled a little, while saying: “Of, course my dear, of course”. Very well then, now I need to get a pet giraffe.

WHAT?!?! Giraffes are the tall? Up to 5 feet and 2 inches? Surely this can’t be right, if he is going to be that tall he won’t fit in the back seat of our personal space shuttle. I always thought they were smaller, like a pony, or a big dog. Maybe I could get one, like reeeally small, that way he can sit with me on the back seat all the way to the space station’s resort. I could feed him tasty munchies, like the ones Mom buy, and candy, and milkshakes!! I like those a lot, surely he will too. I mean, who wouldn’t.

Of course, I would have to get him a leash and a space suit, so both of us can go to take a walk on outer space. It would be very boring for him to stay all day inside the resort’s room. Besides if we go out, I can show him off with all the other kids who bring their dogs, cats, birds, bunnies, and snakes. They would be so surprised! They would all want to play with him, and to feed him treats too. He would be very happy, and I sure would too. He would get so full with all the treats that he’d want to take a nap with me back in the room before having lunch. We would enjoy ourselves greatly every day, having lots of fun together.

And back on Earth after vacation, we would do fun stuff all the time. Mom would even him some of her very good chocolate chip cookies, the one she makes when I have been a very good boy. I bet he would get some if he’s good too. He would wave me good bye in the mornings and greet me at home after school. We would have all of our meals together, and he would help me with my homework also. And I would get him to sleep in my room, only if he promises to not to put his hooves on the bedspread, because all of my bedspreads are my favorite bedspreads and I don’t want them to get dirty. Maybe he could lay his head next to mine, that way we would be together and my bedspread would stay clean.

But before any of this can happen, I still need to get a small giraffe, to bring him to the space station for vacations.

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Over and Out.