Others raise beasts, which takes a lot of effort, money and liver. I raise beasts, lay them flat and let them rot, and the pet beasts roll themselves up. When others fight with beasts, it is a life and death duel. My beast-fighting fight, that was the Oscars. The whole class was laughing at me for bringing a useless orange cat and silly dog. But when the best fire phoenix, who was the school bully, was slapped by my orange cat and made emoticons, and when the ice crystal phoenix, who was the flower, was yelled at by my silly dog, the counselor went crazy: "You call this a loser?!" I silently took out my retired beast master's certificate: "Sorry, I'm showing off. I'm not raising a pet beast, but a drama queen."
