I finally looked up from my mirror. Marina was so fanciful. She always had to have something new, whether she really wanted it or not. I did not understand the amusement she got from these silly little creatures, and I was tired of having them around my island. I looked down from my rock, where she was circling the youth, examining him, "Marina, you have too many pets. This one isn't any different from anything you've had before," I tossed my hair behind me, "Besides, this whole exercise of taking pets is so childish."