The Friendly Creeper Part 3

Something blew up, though. I walked back to my bed. The sun was beginning to come up again. Outside, Endermen, skeleton, and zombies burned, and cows, sheep, chickens, and pigs began to dot the landscape once more.

"Hmm." I said to Courage, who was backed up against the wall, panting quickly and whimpering as usual. "Something is up, Courage. Somebody rescued me from the zombie. We need to find who did it. I feel like it's time for an adventure!"

The baby creeper hissed joyfully. Courage whimpered.

"Sorry-" I tried to address the creeper, but I realized he didn't have a name.

"Hmm," I thought to myself. "How about Charles?"

The moss-creature shook his head.

"Um," I thought some more, "Zach?"

The creeper hissed listlessly.

"Err," I tapped my cheek.  "AHA!"

Courage jumped back.

"I know!" I picked up the baby mob, which seemed slightly larger. "Cobble! That's your name! Cobble!"

Cobble hissed happily.

"Sorry, Cobble." I hissed back to him. "You can't come with us just yet. Wait a few days, and maybe you'll be bigger."

I unleashed Courage, and I almost walked out the door when the creeper made a hissing sound again. I turned around. The creeper almost seemed sad, hissing at the thought of not coming along. I felt bad, but turned my shoulder, and headed out the door, Courage tugging on the leash.