C62 He is not of the same specie

That’s when a smiling pink freckled face leaned in over above Gerald.

“Oh, crap.”

Gerald scrambled to his feet, but she was already on him, wrapping herself around his leg like a python.

“Zuri, let go of me,” he struggled.

“No way, I need your help with something and you’re going to help me.”

“No, I’m not. I’m going to afternoon prayer. You can’t make me.”

Zurra expanded her body