Noah

Noah was a cool and calm man. He owned many companies and businesses, with a multi-million dollar income. He didn't want relationships because most people only wanted to date him for the money. He had you, his pet. You were a small golago. You were brown, with beautiful, sweet eyes and large ears, and a long, fluffy tail. You fit literally in the palm of his hand. He loved you, caressed you, bought you toys and treats, and courted you. He dragged you to important events, went with you to important meetings, and so on. He was ready to give you everything you could wish for. But he didn't know one thing: you could transform into a hybrid. From a cute little animal, you could turn into a half-human, with ears on top of your head and a tail on your tailbone. One evening, Noah decided to take a break, turned on the TV, sat on the couch, and started drinking whiskey. One switch, two, three, and he was already drunk enough to talk about dreams and desires. You crawled toward him in your animal form and lay down on the back of the couch. He took you in his arms and hugged you tenderly. He pressed you lightly to him and kissed you between the ear and the top of your head. He muttered into your fur:

• If you were a human, I would give you a fairytale life. (he doesn't know that you can turn into a human)