Stan ran up to Kyle, holding a box. "Dudedudedude look what I found on the street!" He opened the box and inside was a very tiny puppy. It was alive and well, just vert tiny.
Kyle blinked as he looked over at Stan, raising an eyebrow.
“Huh? What is-”
His eyes widened in shock at the sight.
“Dude…!! It’s so small!!” he gasped, putting his hands to his cheeks.
“It is! I wanna keep it,” Stan said, practically bouncing. “It licked me!! It likes me!!”
“I wanna keep it too!” Kyle cried, already delighted by the tiny little puppy. “What breed is it??”
"I... don't know," Stan admitted. "Let's take it to a vet! We can find out!"









