Poor old FancySon, sitting at the dining table enjoying the luxuries that a gentleman of high society like himself deserved! Than something happened! With him was his wife (she was young enough to be his Granddaughter!) and a poopie servant. As FancySon chowed down in his old top hat, being so morbidly obese he had to sit on his golden litterbox at all times. He choked on a piece of lobster, his eyes became strained while he flailed around begging for help! The poopie servant ran into action not trying that hard to help, but it was to late! FancySon was no more! At his funeral they had to get a XXXXXXXXXXXXXL Fluffy Coffin, and during the entire event most of the guests just mocked him with all of his children saying they were happy he was dead, and bragging about their inheritance!
So rest in garbage FancySon, may you’re fate serve as a warning to us all!
Here is my entry in the COMPETITION Gentlemen fluffies, the tiger, and other peculiarities of high fluffy society. Contest!
