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My new american pet named Kevin 4

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“Hey Ulf, look you could take me to the police, okay! Please help me! Find his shrinking device and change me back!!” Kevin said loudly sitting there on the kitchen table feeding himself the rest of a scrambled egg looking out at the giant gray bearded man as he quietly went about eating his breakfast from his plate and occasionally drinking out of the huge coffee cup.
Ulf listened to the small man yelling up at him, listening to the radio in the background wondering of the small potion of scrambled egg was enough for the little guy, smiling at the little fellow nodding his head not really understanding what he meant, because he wasn't loud enough and his English was bad.

A week has already gone by, and Ulf had done what he promised, by gathering up the daily newspapers, emptying the mailbox and watering the plants, not to mention how he took care of the Kevin.
Which meant bathing and feeding him, giving him fresh water in his bowl ever day before he left, but every day Kevin starting trying to communicate with him. Ulf thought it was sweet, how the little man moved around and every thing, adoring his tiny, but finely rounded ass.

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