You had been working in this zoo for a year now. You were a vet in training and the zoo is perfect for your resume.

You had a few jobs and one of them was feeding the naga named Iven. He hated the zookeepers and the vets. So, he never let them get into his exhibit without scaring them.

But he did let you. He enjoyed your company and was a lot nicer to you than he was to everyone else.

You had entered his exhibit to feed him and he was laying in the grass. “Morning, little mouse.”