continued from : A Turn of Events.
Aptarix slammed against the glass of his new enclosure again, full force. Sara and her father watched the sporemon try to escape slamming into the glass wall over and over.
"It doesn't learn well," Mr. Mills stated. "Very stubborn. It still doesn't realize it can't get out."
"Is there any way we can help it, Dad?" Sara asked.
"I don't think we can. Your mom just did test results and it's an original creature, there is no 'evolved' form of this sporemon, this is it."
Sara looked down. She wasn't one of those environmental extremists, but she cared for God's creatures and was a good steward. Not being able to turn it back from what it was, because it didn't evolve from a sporemon, that it's stuck like that.... she felt a hand on her shoulder.
"Sara," Sam said as he walked up beside her. "Don't be sad. It's in its created form. Sure it's berserk, but you and your parents can train it to calm down, train it to help. Who knows? The other sporemon may teach it about Jesus in some way."
Sara nodded. With Jesus, there is always hope, she thought.
Kay came barging into the room with a piece of paper in her hand. "There's going to be a first-ever sporemon tournament by the river!" she panted.
To be continued......
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