Came up with this idea from something Dad had around... anyway, the muggles don't know how to do this right.
It's a rock. It's a pet. It's REALLY a pet. You can't see it in this picture, as it's lying on it's stomach now, but
their mouths are really something else.
You don't have to feed these, but you do have to keep them comfortable.
Some of them sing, some of them tell jokes, some of them curse like poltergeists. And the best part is, you don't know
what kind you've got until you take it home!