It does not matter how hungry they get.
It does not matter how cold they feel.
It does not matter how shrill their chirps.
No one cares to listen.
Maybe if it was a better color Nobody wants to pick up poop
Well, some weirdos do
When a human mistreats a fluffie it’s fun, but mistreating each other is not, it takes the fun out of it.
Crunch it
& make a big fuss about Some People not cleaning up after their pets.
More so when they notice the chirping.
I dont need my ashtray to chirp
Aww, poor baby… left for dead before he could even open his eyes… he never got to see his mummah… never tasted her miwkies… this truly is a cruel world for Fluffies…
Fluffies are born to believe that life is nothing but huggies and wub. This little chirpy never got to experience any of it.
Who would want to put milk in that nasty little toothless mouth? If it were smart, it would have been born a better colour, in a better place.
Not to rain on your sadbox, but do you mind if I write this little guy into my ‘verse, or at least expy of him, and have a good hoomin save his life? Rescuing abandoned chirpies is kind of a big part of the stuff I intend to write coming up.
His fate is sealed, all that remains is for hunger to do its work.
Sure
Good
I would be very concerned about how loud they chirp. After all, their chirps are an indicator that a target is nearby for torture and brutal surgery on eyes, legs, and a special place.