“Mommah! Pwease nu make Wishing Staw go to fwuffeh pwace wit diapey!! Pwease Mommah-!”
Little Wishing Star begged and cried for mommah to quickly rethink her decision before leaving for fluffy daycare, fearing the retaliation of his babbeh fwens if they saw him wearing these awful, humiliating undies. Never in little Star’s life did he have to wear a diapey to daycare until now, and he knew he’d be the laughing stock of the entire fwuffeh pwace if he went. He trembled and stomped his wittle hoovsies as mommah started the big metal moving box she used all the time to get to and from work. Star sat in a tiny carrier in the backseat, pacing around with his large fluffy cheeks reddened like an apple. He kept jolting his carrier around obnoxiously, rolling around and bonking his head against the carrier as if it would change his situation.
“Star, I tried telling you all about what happens when you don’t use the litter box. This has been a problem for weeks now, I hope you know that.” Mommah seemed to sound sympathetic to his situation, but she knew it was something that needed to be done. Little Wishing Star wasn’t going to learn any other way.
“Staw Pwomise to nebah ebah hab bad poopies outside lettaw bawks again Mommah!” He brought out his pouty face at Mommah, despite her not looking or even noticing. “Pwease nu diapy!”
“I told you this a billion times. Shut up.” The frustration on mommah was beginning to grow.
“I’m sick and tired of you shitting all over the house. We’ve tried getting you to stop it, we’ve tried treats, skettis, even offering you a mare, but you seem to never be able to hold it, and I do not need to be paying for what YOU damage at the daycare. Now you need to be taught a lesson.”
Star’s eyes grew twice as big as mommah finished her lecture, and he loudly sniffled in the backseat, beginning to cry as loud and obnoxiously as he possibly could. “Waaaaaaaah-! Mommah hate- babbeh!! Babbeh bad babbeh forebah -!!! Am sowweh forebah and ebah mommahhh -!”
By the time the car ride finally ended, in a car ride that seemed like almost forever, mommah brought out the little carrier that held Wishing Star and set it down on the desk in front. Star was shaking in his hoofsies, crying and weeping continuously without stop. It was a miracle mommah had tolerated it for this long in the car. Finally, the caretaker of the fluffy daycare came out.
“Ah, hello Adriana. Dropping off little Star again?” The man asked as he took the little carrier by the handle.
“Mommah-! Mommah! Nu wan fwuffeh pwace! Wan go home fowebah!! Mommah!” The little fluffy cried.
“Don’t mind his crying today. We had to put a diaper on him. We figured there was no other way he would learn.”
“Understandable.”
It’s a fun time killer I’ll admit lol
i wonder if fluffs reacting to diapers on fluffys with mockery is something programmed in by hasbio to discourage a buyers need ot clean up all the time.
