My Fox Fae Fennrick
Either I was getting scammed, or he was defective.
The owner must’ve read my expression because he rushed to explain. “His training went a little… sideways. Most fox faes study how to please their owners. This one? He studied how to make money. Humans always wish for wealth, right? Well, he can help you get rich.”
Help me get rich?
Okay, that got my attention.
“Then why hasn’t anyone bought him?” I asked.
The owner rubbed his hands awkwardly. “Oh, he has been sold a few times. But the customers kept trying to get… intimate with him. He hated it, so he kept running away.”