Chapter 3 (see previous blogs for the beginning of the story.) (Note - Iverson is a fairy.)
Well, the future looked grim for Iverson, and, indeed, that might have been his end had not Dorothea's boyfriend Tim Bustly, who worked for the Department of Fish and Wildlife, made a special point of visiting the pound to see Iverson.
""That's . . .That's . . .I can't believe it." He sputtered and stared, then whipped out his digital camera and took pictures of Iverson from every angle. "I've never seen anything like that before."
"You can't euthanize it!"he gasped. "What you have here is a new species. Probably an endangered species. This is an abso-fantasmagorically amazing find."
And he poured through all of his taxonomic books, but couldn't come up with any animal matching Iverson's description.
Every biologist dreams of discovering a new species, and Tim was no exception. "Ornithptera, bustlii -the name swam in his head. Or maybe Magicicada, bustlii. This was huge. He invoked the Endangered Species Act and forbade the pound from euthanizing Iverson. However, Tim had overlooked one detail. Iverson was not officially on the list of endangered species, and therefore was not privileged to protection under the Act.
In desperation, Tim told his boss, Carney, about the creature, but Carney's reaction was unexpected. "How did this creature get past the agricultural check point?," he asked, and, muttering something about heads rolling, made a call to his supervisor.
Kneeling next to the keyhole, Tim could hear snatches of the conversation. "Introduced species," "threat to native wildlife," and finally, "you know, chief, I'd like to dissect it."
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