"Please! Please! Please!" I begged. My parents exchanged glances, then looked back at me.
"You want a lemur, Mana?" Mr. Walker asked.
"Yes! Please! I'll take really good care of her!" I pleaded.
"How much would it cost to take care of it?" Mrs. Walker asked.
"Well, they eat fruit, and not much because they're so small. Plus, this lemur was circus trained, so she shouldn't need anything special."
"What about health, and the veterinarians?"
"I'll turn 12 in a week, so I can babysit more often. I can use that money to pay for the vet's bill," I said, really having no idea. I just agreed to give my free time up for watching kids sleep!
My parents did another exchange of glances.
"We'll think about it."
Great. Now I had to wait. Just great.
The week passed by quickly. My parents never mentioned Lizabell. Before I knew it, it was my birthday.
It was a Sunday, so I was able to sleep in. I was sound asleep until [i] someone [i/] knocked on my door.