"Your raptor ate my son."
Mr Johnson looked mighty unconcerned with my statement where he stood leaned against the door frame of his front door. "And?"
"And I expect you to reimburse me. He was my only son, you know."
Rolling his eyes, my neighbor sighed, obviously annoyed with me. "It's not like you can't make another one."
I raised my hand, the index finger upright and the rest of my digits curled into a loose fist. "That's not the point, Johnson - the point is that your raptor ate my kid. Now, I spent eight years raising that kid to become a good person. So when you allow your pet to eat him, you ruin all the effort I've put into my son's life and growth. I really don't appreciate that."
Mr Johnson shook his head in a way that clearly expressed what kind of thoughts he had about me. "Look, Jane
You knew Charlie was out in the yard, so why'd you let the kid out? I can't be responsible for your actions, can I?"
"I should be able to let my kid play in the yard without havi