I am NOT and Never Will Be A Jedi

Chibbles

So let me tell you about Chibbles.
Chibbles is the class pet in Lightsaber Mechanics. Now I use "class pet" very loosely as many would not consider him a pet at all. The name Chibbles itself is misleading. You probably are assuming that Chibbles is a cute fluffy domesticated Rugger from Endor, or maybe even a Jackrab with floppy ears and a bushy tail. On the contrary my friends!
Chibbles is a Womp Rat.
In case you aren't familiar with Womp Rats- and you're lucky- Womp Rats are nasty, repulsive, scraggly, fang-bearing rodents from the planet of Tatooine. They have mangy yellow fur, beedy black eyes, four paws with gnarled claws at the end, at least two sets of over-sized, razor-sharp teeth that perpetually jut from the mouth, and their infamous bull-whip tails that trail behind like snakes, hissing as they crack behind the rabid creature they belong to. On top of that, Chibbles is a rescue animal from a radiation zone which would explain the reason he looks like a mutation experiment gone horribly wrong (if you ever considered mutation experiments to be good anyways)
According to Wheeze and Floppy, Chibbles used to be allowed out of his cage to hop around until he swallowed one of the Younglings whole. After that, Chibbles was locked up in a steel cage that Master Big Brains keeps in the back of the classroom and that Youngling was never seen again.
But Master Big Brains loves Chibbles. And I mean he loves him. During class, while Chibbles gnaws and scratches from inside the cage that I pray he never escapes, Master Big Brains goes on and on about how he first met Chibbles. Weird right? Apparently, while rescuing a town from toxic radiation on Tatooine, Big Brains found a whole nest of Womp Rats in the thick of the radiation zone. Chibbles and his litter. So Big Brains, being the heroic figure he is, not only saved the civilians from toxic poisoning, but also Chibbles and his brothers and sisters.
What happened to the brothers and sister you ask?
Chibbles ate them.
I kid you not.
"You want me to do what?"
"Womp Rat-sitting."
"Never in my life!"
"Oh come on! Ki-Adi-Mundi is going on a mission two weeks from now and he wants someone to take care of Chibbles for him. If you volunteer, he'll give you an A for sure!" Anakin explained to me. I shook my head, "What good will that do me if I get eaten by a Womp Rat?" I asked, suddenly feeling queasy.
Anakin dismissed the idea with a hand wave. "Those are just rumors. Chibbles is harmless!" he assured me. I stood up. "Tell that to the brothers and sisters he ate!"
Anakin studied me a moment. "Grease," he said finally, "Do you want to be a Jedi or not?" I sat back for a while. It was a legitimate question. I honestly didn't know what I wanted. My Jedi powers were a fluke all along anyways. I couldn't use the Force and I didn't have any wish of becoming a warrior that battled Sith and saved the day. I just wanted to be Kevin Groundcrawler.
But who was Kevin Groundcrawler anyways? A brainy geek who skipped to college and still had a good portion of his baby teeth? Or was he gonna be the dork who could have been a Jedi Knight but failed his mid-terms, doomed to take up the modest yet unappreciated career of Nerf herding?
I decided right then that no matter what, I was going to become a Jedi- even if that meant looking after a mutated rat that could very well consume my entire body in one bite.
"I'll do it," I replied slowly. "But you better help me!" Anakin smiled at his small victory. "Of course Grease! And by the way..." A smirk crossed his face as he snatched up a crumbled piece of paper.
"I need you to give this to Padme."