“It is dawk time but you are not scardies. You are a smawty, big an’ strowng as a real hoovsie-munstah, and in dis pwace nuffin will gib hurties to you or hewd. Daddeh told you once dat many bwitetimes ago were was a buncha two-hoovsies dat wuled eberytin. Dat many munstahs gabe fwuffies foweba sweepies wedeh dey was good or bad. Dat some fluffiest had no-pwetty cowohs an had to be tweated bad else mo munstahs wood figah out dat fluffiest am nummies. But one day a hewd ob hewds got togeda an enfed and poopied an made mowe fwuffies until de world was aww fwuffed up an aww da wand was covered in sketties an ebewy fwuffy was pwetty and dewe was gwassies ob many pwetty cowohs an do dew hewd of hewds is gone eberythin is goo fo fwuffy."
“Tweefwuffies an pwantfwuffies go foweba sweepies in aww da poopies. Den den become big pwetty twees keep hewd safe from sky munstahs, sketties trip any munstah dat come to try and hurt fluffy, Bwushies gib fwuffies gwitter dusties an make fluffies nu good tastin nummies.”
"When smawtie tink ob da two-hoovsie munstahs, smawty get saddle wawas fo a bit but no know why. Smawtie don nee to fink about saddie tings wike dat - eberythin as is it shud be.”
I try to avoid fluffy pov, kind of gives the game away on whether or not fluffies are truly self aware. But this is a smarty and it’s hundreds of years in the future, so its a moot point. But anyway I found a notebook with a bunch of old art and story notes in it so expect more stuff like that in between the poopscapades, black comedy, and scatastrophies.