... once he stopped wanting to destroy everything, he managed to really understand the feelings behind the pictures. Even if it was so simple sometimes you didn't understand what was there, Stitch still loved what was on it. After all, Lilo had made it.
He moved on to the other stuff laying around in a mess on the floor of her room, some building blocks, some toys, nothing he had never touched and play with and so he moved on quickly to the desk. Stitch climbed on the chair to get a better view. There were a few glass bottles and some drawers, but he was only interested in one thing: the mirror which returned his reflection.
Stitch looked like no other being living on Earth, despite being confused with a dog by the little girl, a mistake no one else would have ever done. Yet thanks to it, he now had friends and a nice home. Everyone had called him cute, a word that he had finally understood was a complement on his appearances. He didn't understand what they meant however. To him, his large black eyes, long antennas, four arms and luscious blue fur were perfectly normal. Not that he minded the attention, far from it. He jumped down the chair in search for something else to do
He moved on to the drawer were he looked through the clothes Lilo had. She rea...