As the old man came out of his house in the early morning to feed his pet he only carried a bucket. It was still foggy out and the sun was just coming out as he made his way down the secret path to feed his beloved pet. He did not know what to call it because it was giant and neither a lizard or a turtle, but it was still his. Every day at dawn he would make this shout journey and then again every day at dusk. It was illegal to posses such animals because people feared them, but his would never do anything like that it was just a gentle giant that was judged by its angry apperence.
