12 Sentence Story About Han Solo the Bearded Dragon

Han Solo wanders a galaxy far far away; my bearded dragon, Han Solo, basks and eats in his personal world. Han waits quietly through the day, his legs outstretched, his eyes open, and his body flat on the ground. Bearded dragons, defenders of their own weird little galaxy, battle insect and green menace, rarely miss a chance to devour crickets. Does my personal galactic fighter pet tire of the same foods? Of Course. The tiresome schedule of the crickets and daily greens and the wonder of the new and exciting tastes in the world, both drove Han Solo to try something new. Han Solo waited until he would be handled which would certainly come and which would give him the perfect opprotunity to try the new tastes outside. I took Han Solo out of his tank and he scurried across my arm, across my chest, and onto the couch. On the couch, my pants Han could see. Han has a normal diet but none of his normal foods were so great. Tasting the pants, Han snapped and chomped and thrashed as his tasted the pants. The attack on the pants resulted in Han's return to his tank.