More and More Gerbils

But it was just the next morning that Daddy exploded, "Good grief! Didn't Jimmy say these gerbils were all boys?"

Bobby had to work really hard to stop from laughing. Everything was going according to plan.

"You mean?" asked Mommy.

"Yes," answered Daddy, "Frick or Frack just had babies."

"Babies!" shouted Heather. "We've got babies!"

"Eight. I count eight," Bobby announced.

"I thought they were only supposed to have three to a litter," grumped Daddy.

Bobby smiled innocently.

"Well, I guess we were extra lucky," said Mommy.

"How long before we can get rid of them?" asked Daddy.

"Not until they're weaned -- several weeks at least," answered Mommy.

"Get rid of them?" asked Heather.

"Give them away," explained Daddy. "We'll find new homes for them. You could give some to your friends, and the others we'll give to pet stores so they can find homes for them."

"You're not going to give them away, are you, Daddy? You're not going to let him do that, are you, Mommy? They're just the most beautiful, wonderful little gerbils in the whole world."

"They go," said Daddy.

Daddy sounded very sure of himself, but Bobby could tell he was softening. At a moment like this, all it would take would be a few words -- just the right words, words Bobby had already prepared for the occasion.

"But Dad," added Bobby, "they're pretty neat. They're all red and hairless like little hot dogs. Why don't we keep them, Dad?"

"Why don't we keep them, Dad?" mimicked Mikey.

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