The Day with Cerberus

“But it’s unfair!” I protested.
    
“For the last time, no World Series tickets,” Dad explained. I stomped to my room, not turning back.
    
When I entered my room, I saw a man with a beard, cape, and a three-headed dog beside him. He swiftly walked up to me and said, “I heard you want some tickets.”
    
“Who are you?” I asked, terrified.
    
“I am the Greek god Hades, and this is my dog Cerberus,” he responded. “I will make a deal with you. I will give you World Series tickets under one condition. Watch Cerberus.”
    
I froze with fear. I craved World Series tickets, but Cerberus is another story. First off, he has three heads, the fur of an ox, and slobbered everywhere, but after some consideration I agreed.
    
After Hades departed, I tried to introduce myself to Cerberus. I walked up to him, and he was growling like thunder. He sprang at me, but I was faster. I sprinted to my dad’s closet, using every bit of energy I had. I could hear him right behind me. Snatching three belts, I made a giant leash, and right when he sprang into the closet, I lassoed the belt leash around all three heads at once. I tightened it around his neck, tied it to the door handle, and waited until he stopped trying to attack me.
    
After some time, Cerberus calmed down, so I attempted to introduce myself again. This time, with nowhere for him to move, I felt safer. I cautiously walked up to Cerberus and stroked him on his back. He sat down, and I thought he was getting used to me. I untied his leash, took him downstairs, and found him a snack. I grabbed a handful of beef jerky and scattered it on the floor. He devoured it, and all three heads licked my face to say thanks.
    
As Cerberus and I were playing fetch, Hades reappeared. “You’ve held up your end of the bargain,” Hades began. “Here are the tickets.”
    
“Thanks for the tickets and all,” I responded, “but I’d rather keep the dog!”