Submission for The Helpers (September 2025 theme).
“Hey Giovanni, you interested in doing some Fluffy community service?”
Giovanni looked at his coworker in confusion.
“Fluffy… community service?”
His coworker chuckled
“Yeah, basically I’m friends with a bunch of Hugb… um… positive Fluffy owners, and we’ve been thinking… maybe it’s a good idea to show people that Fluffies aren’t so bad.”
Giovanni looked back at his coworker with a skeptical look.
“But Fluffies are pretty bad, I’ve seen the terrible things they are capable of doing, and it’s pretty common too, like I’ll never forget it when I saw a mare toss her brown foal aside and tells her mate that he can rape it fo-”
“Um… sorry, let me rephrase what I’m saying… You own a… um… for what I hear, you own multiple Fluffies, right?”
Giovanni looked at his coworker in surprise. He had never told anyone that he owned Fluffies.
“Yeah, I do. How did you know?”
“Ah… um… I… uh… Sorry, it’s just I saw you looking at your phone once and I caught a glimpse of you and your Fluffies… I was going to ask at the time, but… uh… boss asked me… um…”
There was an awkward silence, as his coworker looked away in embarrassment and Giovanni himself realized that he could have probably worded things a little more politely. He decided to approach this in a more friendly manner.
“About my Fluffies, yeah I own four of them. Sanny, Er, Sho and Mu, but I wouldn’t really consider them Fluffies, like they’re much too nice and kind to be considered a Fluffy.”
His coworker suddenly grinned.
“That’s exactly the point. Have you ever heard the saying, for every ten Fluffies, eight are Shit Rats?”
Giovanni nodded in agreement. He had heard that saying a couple of times. Forums, videos. It was really spreading round. He would honestly say nine out of ten was more accurate.
“Well what about the two Fluffies. If we’re talking a thousand that’s still two hundred good Fluffies, right? Like Sanny, and… um… your other three Fluffies.”
Giovanni gave his coworker another skeptical look and he began to feel this small sinking feeling that he was going to be asked to do something tedious.
“So yeah, as I mentioned before, I’ve been talking with some other… uh… Hugboxers technically, but mind you, we’re not like those assholes on the internet who scream at kids or beat people up just for being mean to a Fluffy, like we’re chill y’know.”
Giovanni nodded in agreement. He was technically a Hugboxer too.
“So what exactly are you planning?”
“Oh!.. Right… ha ha, sorry… basically, we want to… um… improve? Well… I guess what we want to do is just show people that, like… uh…”
“That good Fluffies exist?”
“Well, more like give people good experiences with Fluffies… uh… kinda show them… like really show them that Fluffies can be sweet and helpful and kind and caring and…”
“I’ll think about it.”
“Oh! That’s good enough for me, man. Yeah I get it, it’s kinda a big commitment and no issues if you can’t join. Honestly. Just giving you the option that’s all.”
Giovanni nodded with a smile.
“Understood. I’ll think about it… I’ll see if Sanny and her kids are okay with it, and if they are… well we’ll see from there.”
His coworker smiled gratefully and made a polite nod.
“That’s all I’m asking, now let me get out of your hair. Don’t want to take too much of your time.”
Giovanni made a small smile as he watched his coworker walk off. Then he thought about it carefully. This sounded tedious and it would definitely take up his weekends, but at the same time, it might help Sanny out.
Sanny looked out excitedly from the Fluffy carrier, the inside of the vroom vroom munstah was always so fascinating. Even if she had been in daddeh’s vroom vroom munstah for so many times, it was always interesting pondering on how this vroom vroom munstah lived. She had figured out some parts. Like how the vroom vroom munstah’s safe housie was called a gawage and how the vroom vroom munstah didn’t eat normal nummies, but rather some specaw nummies called petwol and the vroom vroom munstah didn’t actually num hoomans n fwuffies when they went inside the vroom vroom munstah, rather it was helping them go very far, but she still wasn’t sure why vroom vroom munstahs were able to run fast or how daddeh controlled the vroom vroom munstah.
It didn’t matter. The fun was in learning and Sanny was more excited about other things. Daddeh had explained it to her. Helping hoomans and other Fluffies. She liked helping. She liked being helpful. So she saw no reason to say no.
“Okay Sanny,” Daddeh suddenly said “Let me explain what you and the traffic light trio have to do today.”
Sanny eyed her foals. Er and Sho were having huggies and Mu was having sleepy time. Sanny nudged them all carefully.
“Babbehs wisten tu daddeh. Dis impowtant.”
Her trio looked at her with smiling faces then nodded.
“Er am wisten daddeh!”
“Sho tu! Sho tu!”
“Mu yawn wakies… am wisten.”
Sanny smiled warmly. She was glad all her babbehs were good babbehs who listened. It reminded her of a certain Fluffy who never listened. She had to wonder what happened to her bestest fwen. She had to wonder whatever happened to Uphie.
“Are you listening, Sanny?”
Sanny jolted slightly and stared out
“Sanny am wistenin daddeh.”
“Atta girl Sanny. Okay, let me explain. We are going to a children’s hospital. It’s… a… it’s like the Fluffernarian that we go to… uh… Doctor.”
“Am pwace tu mak sickies n owwies bettah?”
“Correct! What a smart girl.”
Sanny giggled, as her babbehs hugged her tightly, but a thought suddenly occurred.
“Hao Sanny n babbehs hewp? Nu am doctow, nu kno hao mak sickies n owwies bettah.”
Daddeh chuckled.
“You are seriously way too smart for a Fluffy.”
Sanny felt confused “Bu Sanny n babbeh am Fwuffies.”
Daddeh chuckled again.
“I know… Anyways, the thing about this hospital is that it is only for children.”
“Onwy fo wittle daddehs n mummahs?”
“Yup.”
“Bu hao Sanny n babbehs hewp wittle daddeh n mummahs? Onwy kno hao tu mak huggies bu Sanny kno dat huggies nu mak sickies n owwies gu way… Oh! Sanny gib wittle daddeh n mummah me… me-di-quinn tu mak bettah?”
Daddeh laughed warmly.
“You don’t have to worry about that. I’m not going to ask you to presc… uh… give children medicine and you don’t have to worry about surgery as well hah!”
Sanny stayed quiet. Pondering what suw-gi-we was.
“Thing is Sanny, a lot of the kids in there are mise… they have heart hurties, like really bad heart hurties.”
“Wike wowest heawt huwties?”
“Yeah, worstest heart hurties… and that’s where you come in. I need you, Er, Sho and Mu to help make those children smile. Do you think you can do that?”
Sanny nodded with a serious look. This was something she knew she could help with.
“Sanny gib wittle daddehs n mummahs heawt happies.”
Daddeh chuckled again.
“I like the conviction, but don’t stress if you can’t do it, th-”
“Sanny gib wittle daddehs n mummahs heawt happies” Sanny declared.
Sanny looked out of the Fluffy carrier. Something inside her told her that she needed to do this. These wittle daddehs and mummahs had the worstest heawt huwties and she needed to help them smile. She needed to do this.
After all, Fluffies were here to make hoomans smile.
Her name was Hana Yisu.
Eleven years old.
A stable home. A pair of loving parents. A normal life.
She lost it all in a single day.
She would never forget that day. She was at school at the time. Summoned to the principal’s office. Her grandmother was there. She thought she was in trouble, until her grandmother hugged her tightly and began to cry. Turns out it was so much worse.
I’m so sorry Hana, but your parents… they’re gone, and… and they’re not coming back.
She didn’t understand it at the time. She still didn’t understand it now. She said goodbye to her parents before she left for school, and that was it. They were gone. Never to come back. No matter how much Hana wished otherwise.
No more mom waking her up gently.
No more dad cooking pancakes and bacon for breakfast.
No more chatting merrily while they ate.
No more mom kissing her on the forehead before she left for the school bus.
No more dad telling her how much he loved her.
No more afternoons taking the school bus back home doing homework and waiting for them to come back home from work.
No more mom helping her with the hard homework whilst dad cooked dinner.
No more sharing all the things that happened to them that day as they ate dinner.
No more watching TV shows together before bed.
No more dad reading bedtime stories.
No more mom checking under her bed for monsters.
No more weekend trips to the city.
No more days at the park.
No more eating out at the mall.
No more camping in the backyard with dad.
No more dancing with mom in the living room.
No more boardgame nights.
No more…
She still didn’t understand it.
And it was because she couldn’t understand it, she didn’t know how to process it.
She couldn’t smile, but she couldn’t frown.
She couldn’t laugh, but she couldn’t cry.
She just felt cold.
Her grandmother tried her best to help. She tried to talk to Hana, but Hana hardly spoke. She tried to help Hana settle into her new situation, but Hana still wanted her old. She tried to bring the life back in Hana’s eyes, but Hana was already dead inside.
Her grandmother tried for nine months, but eventually she realized that she was not capable of truly helping Hana. She hoped this hospital would help, but the psychiatrist already knew what was wrong. Hana would never be able to heal until she accepted it, and Hana did not want to accept it. So Hana remained, staring quietly out the window of her hospital room, looking at the bright blue sky, the white clouds and the green mountain, only able to see grey.
“Hello?”
Hana’s ears twitched slightly at the sound of a man’s voice, but Hana continued silently staring out at the window.
“It’s fine Mr. Sequis, please sit there for now, I’ll explain the situation to Hana.”
Hana felt a warm hand hold her own, she turned to see her nurse, Ms. Everin, looking at her with a kind smile.
“Good day Hana, how are you doing today?”
Hana remained expressionless and turned back to the window, watching the birds soaring through the sky. The nurse maintained her grasp, squeezing Hana’s hand gently.
“Hana, you have some guests today.”
Hana turned to these guests. A man she did not recognize, a Fluffy with black fur and a pink mane, and three foals. Yellow, red and green. She looked at them with confusion, before turning back to the nurse.
“Hana, these four are part of the… um…”
“Fluffy helpers group,” the man stated gently.
“Ah, yes. The Fluffy helpers group and they just want to talk to you, okay?”
Hana noticed the weird look on the nurse’s face, but she suddenly smiled. Hana herself had no idea what was going on, but she nodded slightly and the nurse nodded back, squeezing her hand gently.
“Okay Mr. Sequis, but please keep them under control.”
The nurse stood up and walked to the back of the room, as the man sat down. The Fluffies on his lap, looking at him with cute, curious faces.
“Am wittle mummah otay?” Asked the green foal.
Hana looked at her silently, before turning back to the window, hearing a soft whine.
“Mu nu mean tu mak wittle mummah angwy.”
“It’s okay, Mu… It’s… uh…”
“Wai gib wittle sistah saddies!” The yellow one squeaked.
“Er!” The man exclaimed.
Another low whine. Hana maintained her silence, as she continued staring out the window and she could hear the nurse approaching.
“Um… Mr. Sequis, pleas-”
“I know, I’m sorry. It won’t happen again. Er say sorry”
“Wa!? Bu… huuuu… sowwi.”
There was an awkward silence and Hana pondered when these strangers would just leave.
“Hewwo, namesie am Sanny wut am wittle mummah namesie?”
Hana did not respond, she continued staring out the window, watching as the leaves rustled in the wind.
“Wai wittle mummah nu sa namesie tu mum-”
“Babbeh, nu sa meanie tings to wittle mummah.”
Hana eyed the Fluffies. The mare giving her red foal a stern look, the red foal let out a sad whine and looked down with tears in his eyes. Hana looked down guilty.
“Daddeh, can Sanny hab sewious tawkies tu wittle mummah?”
The man looked surprised. “Serious talkies, you mean like one on one?”
“Yus daddeh.”
Hana stared at the mare again. She found it weird. The way that this mare would call the man daddy, like those younger kids, yet at the same time, she was a mom as well. Hana could not understand it, but it was certainly curious.
The man was looking at the nurse, then made a weird smile and nodded.
“Okay… Sanny you can have a serious talk, but you need to be on your best behavior promise?”
“Sanny pwomise!”
Hana watched as the man stood up and put the mare down, then he walked off with the three foals. She looked at the mare, who was staring at her intensely. It was embarrassing and Hana looked away.
“Hewwo.” The mare said.
Hana turned back to the window, staring silently as the clouds drifted on by slowly. She tried to focus on the sky, but found herself uneasy as the Fluffy kept staring at her silently.
She glanced at the mare for a second, before staring back out at a window, trying to focus on a squirrel scurrying around, but from the corner of her eye, she could see the Fluffy staring at her with a smile. It was really bothering her, but she maintained her silence.
She tried to look at the trees, but she could feel it. The Fluffy’s unyielding gaze. It was really making her uncomfortable.
She turned back to the Fluffy, staring at her with a small smile and she frowned.
“Could you stop staring at me?” She snapped.
Sanny looked at her with surprise, but nodded and looked away. Meanwhile, Hana heard the man approaching
“Sorry, I’ll take m-”
“Wait, Mr. Sequis.”
Hana turned back. Ms. Everin had a supportive smile and was giving her a thumbs up.
“It’s okay, Hana.”
Hana gave her a weird look and turned back to Sanny. She was just staring, but as soon as their eyes met, Sanny looked away. It made Hana feel awkward and she looked back out the window, staring at the…
She couldn’t focus. She could still feel Sanny’s presence next to her and it made her. Well she didn’t know how she felt. Awkward? Annoyed? Curious? She turned her head slowly, carefully observing Sanny.
“Hewwo,” Sanny replied politely.
Hana looked at her with a frown, then looked down.
“He… hello,” Hana mumbled.
Sanny smiled. “Hewwo! Sanny namesie am Sanny, wut yu namesie wittle mummah?”
Hana gave Sanny a weird look. It was weird how Sanny spoke, referring to herself by name rather than using “I” it was odd, yet Hana felt compelled to engage further.
“My… my name is Hana,” Hana replied timidly.
Sanny smiled again and nodded.
“Hewwo Miss Hana!” Sanny exclaimed enthusiastically.
Hana gave Sanny another weird look. Sanny was really weird. The way she spoke and acted, it was like talking to a classmate or even someone younger, but as she turned back to the man and the three foals in his arm, she was reminded that Sanny was a mom.
“Um…”
“Wat Miss Hana wook at?” Sanny suddenly asked.
“Huh?”
Sanny looked at her confusion, tilting her head slightly. It was cute.
“I… I don’t understand.”
Sanny maintained her confused look and Hana looked back equally confused.
“Oh,” the man interjected “I think Sanny is asking what you’re looking at, out the window.”
Sanny suddenly jumped to her hooves and nodded vigorously.
“Sowwi! Sowwi! Sanny nu mak tawkies wite! Sanny wan kno wat Miss Hana wook at, caw awways wook at nu see wall.”
Hana gave Sanny a weird look. No see wall? Sanny really was weird, but she to admit she was certainly interesting. The way spoke and act, it was not like most adults.
“I… I was looking at… at the forest outside,” Hana replied.
Sanny smiled brightly.
“O! Sanny wub fowest!”
Sanny had started jumping up, trying to look out the window, while giggling.
Hana looked at her weirdly again. Again this feeling of strangeness. A mom who felt more like a child. Felt more like her. It was unusual yet for some reason it also felt… soothing.
Hana reached out and lifted Sanny gently.
Sanny was a little bit heavy, but not too much.
Her fur was soft, cuddly and warm.
Her smell was that of fresh flowers.
“Hehehe gud uppsie”
Hana lifted Sanny to the window, allowing Sanny to see the forest outside. The trees standing tall as their leaves swayed against the wind. The clouds passing on by like boats in a stream. A flock of birds migrating for warmer winds.
“Fowest su pwetty.” Sanny exclaimed.
“I… I guess.”
Hana noticed Sanny’s ear twitch.
“Miss Hana nu tink fowest pwetty?”
“Uh… I… I think it’s okay.”
“Miss Hana tink sky pwetty?”
“I guess.”
“Miss Hana wike biwdies?”
“Um… not really.”
Hana noticed Sanny awkwardly trying to turn her head to look at her, so she put Sanny back down on the chair.
“Tank yu,” Sanny said with a cheery smile.
Sanny then turned her head up, deep in thought, whilst Hana stared at her silently.
“Sanny hab qwest-ton”
“A question?”
“Yush!”
“Um… okay?”
Sanny paused. It was clear that she was thinking and Hana waited patiently, then suddenly Sanny nodded with a smile.
“Ib Miss Hana tink fowest am jus otay n sky am gwess n nu wike biwdies, den wai Miss Hana awways wook outsie nu see wall?”
Hana stared at Sanny quietly, as Sanny smiled at her supportively. She thought about the question carefully, but she wasn’t sure.
“I… I don’t know.”
Sanny looked surprised by this.
“Miss Hana dun kno?”
Hana nodded nervously, and Sanny sat down on her rump. She started tapping her head with one of her forehooves, whilst the other forehoof was wrapped around her side. Similar to a certain cartoon bear and pig.
“Dat pwobwem caw Sanny dun kno wai Miss Hana wook outsie nu see wall tu.”
Sppfft
A sputter made entirely out of bewilderment, an unexpected response that had taken Hana completely by surprise. She stared at Sanny with disbelief and a small smile formed.
“Ha… Ha ha ha ha ha”
Hana started laughing. She couldn’t remember the last time she had laughed, but it felt good, and soon Sanny was laughing cutely too.
Ms. Everin approached and crouched down with a warm smile.
“Hana, I’ve already checked with Mr. Sequis and he says it is okay. Would you like to go to the garden with Sanny?”
Hana nodded timidly.
“Y… yes please.”
A garden of such pretty colors. Flowers of red, yellow, blue, purple and pink. Trees and bushes with leafies of green, and clear blue wawa that shot up to the sky before landing into a big, weird bathsie below.
“So much wawa!” Sanny exclaimed.
“Wawa?” Miss Hana asked.
“Dat!” Sanny replied, pointing at the wawa.
“You mean water?”
“Yus, wawa.”
Hana giggled, which filled Sanny with heawt happies.
“You’re so silly, Sanny.”
Sanny didn’t know what silly meant, but the way that Miss Hana had said it, really made Sanny happy.
“Tank yu,” Sanny replied warmly.
Miss Hana sat down on a bench and Sanny sat on her lap. Her arms wrapped gently around Sanny, surrounding the mare in this soft warmth. She looked around. It was just her and Miss Hana here. Daddeh and the babbehs had gone somewhere else to talk to the nice wady and daddeh had told Sanny to continue making tawkies with Miss Hana.
However, right now Miss Hana didn’t seem to be in the mood for talkies. Instead she just stared at the pretty flowers and the weird bathsie. Just like how she would stare out the no see wall. Sanny just kept quiet. Something inside told her that she shouldn’t make too many tawkies. Just stay quiet and if Miss Hana wanted to make tawkies, then they would make tawkies.
“Sa… Sanny?”
“Yus Miss Hana?”
Miss Hana did not reply immediately, but Sanny noticed her arms trembling, as though she had scawdies. Sanny placed her hooves on Miss Hana’s arm, trying to give them huggies so that Miss Hana would feel better.
“Hav… Do… Do you have parents, Sanny?”
Sanny thought about that word, but she really had no idea what it meant.
“Wat am pawents?”
“Huh?.. Oh… um… like a mom and dad.”
“O! Mummah n daddeh? Sanny hab nu mummah, bu hab daddeh! Miss Hana saw Sanny daddeh wit babbehs.”
“Oh! No… I mean, not… uh… your… um… human daddy, but like a Fluffy mom and dad.”
“O! Fwuffy mummah n daddeh? Sanny hab, bu… vewy wong time ago, wike many foebah bwight time n darkie times.”
“Oh. Do you miss them?”
Sanny kept silent, looking up at the sky as she thought about that question. She could barely remember her Fluffy mummah and daddeh, after all it had been so long, and yet.
“Sanny miss mummah n daddeh some darkie times… Sanny see dem in sweepy time pictures.”
“Sleepy time pictures? Wait… do you mean dreams?”
“Dwems?.. Dwe-ems… O! Yus dwems am sweepy time pictures.”
Miss Hana had suddenly hugged Sanny tighter and Sanny felt Miss Hana’s rest on her own.
“Miss Hana?”
Sanny suddenly felt wawa dropping on her head. Sanny looked up with concern wondering whether there was sky wawa, but she became more concerned when she realized that it was actually Miss Hana crying.
“Mwiss Ha-”
“I… I miss… I miss my parents, Sanny… I miss mom and dad.”
Sanny looked at Miss Hana with worry. She had just remembered what daddeh had told her earlier, that Miss Hana’s mummah and daddeh had gotten forever sleepies some time ago. Sanny didn’t know what to say, so she kept quiet as Miss Hana hugged her tightly and sobbed into her fur..
“I… I don’t understand… I just went to school… and… and then they were gone… I don’t understand… I… I… just don’t understand.”
Sanny pondered quietly, thinking about what Miss Hana had said. She thought about her own parents. She had forgotten how they got forever sleepies, but there was someone else that she loved dearly, who had also gotten forever sleepies.
“Sanny specaw fwen awso hab foebah sweepies.”
“Huh? What sniffle… what’s a special friend?”
“O… Miss Hana dun kno wat am specaw fwen?”
Miss Hana shook her head.
“Sorry Sanny, I don’t know what that is.”
“O! Dat otay, Sanny expwain. Specaw fwen am… am… am wike… O! Specaw fwen am Fwuffy dat Sanny wub wots n wots n am daddeh tu Sanny babbehs!”
“I… I see.”
“Yus, am daddeh tu Sanny babbehs… Fwuffy daddeh… bu Sanny specaw fwen hab foebah sweepies.”
“What is forever sleepies?”
“Forebah sweepies am sweepies but foebah… Nebah wakies.”
Miss Hana looked confused, but then she stared at Sanny with wide eyes.
“He died? Like… like my parents?”
Sanny nodded with a solemn look.
“Yus… wike Miss Hana mummah n daddeh, Sanny specaw fwen hab foebah sweepies.”
“What… What happened?”
“Wen Sanny am stiww fowest Fwuffy, bawkie munstahs gib hewd wowstest huwties n… n specaw fwen sabe Sanny n babbehs n teww Sanny tu wun n specaw fwen fowwow, su Sanny wun n wun, bu specaw fwen nu fowwow… dat was wast time Sanny see specaw fwen.”
Miss Hana hugged Sanny tightly, as Sanny rested in her arms, staring at the forest quietly.
“Do… do you still miss your special friend?”
Sanny nodded.
“Sanny miss specaw fwen wots n wots.”
“D… How… Don’t you want to forget your special friend?”
Sanny looked at Miss Hana with confusion.
“Wai Sanny wan fowget specaw fwen?”
“What? Because… because remembering hurts.”
Sanny looked at the sky thinking about what Miss Hana had said.
“Miss Hana am tawkies bout mummah n daddeh, wite?”
“Ye… right.”
“Miss Hana hab heawt huwties wen wememba mummah n daddeh?”
“Heart hurties… I… I…”
“Wike saddies, wite? Biggest saddies?”
Miss Hana didn’t reply, she just hugged Sanny tightly again.
“Sanny hab biggest heawt… hab biggest saddies tu, wen wemeba specaw fwen.”
“Then… then why do you want to remember your special friend?”
Again Sanny looked up deep in thought. Why did she want to remember her special friend? Miss Hana had a point. Remembering always gave her heart hurties, and heart hurties were bad, so why did she still want to remember?
“Becaw… becaw… O! Becaw specaw fwen am impotan! Miss Hana mummah n daddeh am impotan, wite?”
“Im… important?”
“Yus! Yus! Miss Hana mummah n daddeh am impot… impowtan tu Miss Hana wite?”
“Y… yes mom and dad are important to me.”
“Dat wai Miss Hana nebah fowget! Wike Sanny, specaw fwen am impowtan n Sanny Fwuffy mummah n daddeh, n hooman daddeh n babbehs, dat wai Sanny awways wememba, caw dey impowtan tu Sanny, n dat wai Miss Hana nebah sho fowget Miss Hana mummah n daddeh, becaw eban ib wememba gib biggest saddies, Miss Hana mummah n daddeh am impowtan tu Miss Hana, su Miss Hana nebah sho fowget.”
Miss Hana looked up at the sky quietly, then nodded slightly. She continued to hug Sanny tightly and Sanny felt a warmth on her back, as Miss Hana buried her face in Sanny’s fur.
“Thanks Sanny,” Miss Hana replied.
Sanny smiled.
“Am nu pwobwem Miss Hana.”
Giovanni drove out of the children’s hospital with a big smile. He had to admit, he was feeling very, very proud of Sanny right now.
Miss Everin had made it very clear that both her and the hospital had low expectations for this, yet Sanny proved them all wrong. This was by the far the biggest progress anyone had made in helping Hana overcome her trauma. So good that Ms. Everin was practically begging him to come back next weekend with Sanny.
It felt good knowing that Sanny was in demand. Good that Sanny had changed perceptions of Fluffies, or at least of herself. Good that knowing that Sanny really was a good Fluffy. Giovanni already had plans set. He was going to have Sanny teach the traffic light trio on how to help like her. Mainly just have her recount what she did, why and Giovanni would explain how it helped. He hoped that in the end, he would have four Fluffies specializing in helping kids process their ordeals. That would certainly be something, but for now celebration.
Giovanni stopped the car and peered inside the Fluffy carrier. Sanny was chilling peacefully whilst the traffic light trio were nestled comfortably on her side, napping peacefully. It was adorable and Giovanni wondered how to reward Sanny for her excellent work.
“Hey Sanny!”
“Yua daddeh?”
“Wub yu!”
“Hehehe Sanny wub yu tu daddeh.”
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“̵H̸e̶v̴e̶,̸ ̷c̸w̴o̸ ̷h̸e̸p̸s̵ ̵e̴ ̶g̴o̴s̶m̷n̴,̴”̵ ̵U̵m̵.̶ ̴S̷p̴s̵b̵i̷v̷ ̵y̵h̵i̶b̷x̶s̶z̶
̵H̵e̴v̸e̶ ̵n̷o̵b̵v̴s̷z̸ ̸e̵b̴w̷o̴v̸z̶ ̸y̷o̸b̴i̷w̴o̸m̴l̴c̸ ̵n̴w̴ ̶m̶s̶s̷ ̷e̶ ̵n̶e̶l̵l̸ ̶q̷w̸u̷e̶v̸ ̷s̵v̷n̴s̶b̶ ̸n̷h̸s̸ ̵b̸w̷w̶u̴ ̴w̷v̵s̷ ̴q̷i̵n̶h̷ ̸e̸ ̶y̶h̴e̵b̴u̶i̸v̷g̷ ̵m̴u̸i̸l̸s̷.̸
̴“̶H̵s̸l̴l̵w̸ ̷H̷e̵v̴e̶,̸ ̵u̸c̷ ̴v̶e̵u̷s̸ ̵i̶m̵ ̸U̴w̷n̵h̴s̷b̴ ̵Q̷w̴b̵u̷,̷ ̵f̴o̴n̶ ̶c̵w̸o̴ ̵y̴e̵v̷ ̸y̴e̵l̸l̴ ̷U̸i̷l̴l̷i̶s̸”̴ ̷
̵H̷e̶v̷e̷ ̷y̷w̸v̵n̷i̴v̵o̸s̵z̸ ̸n̴w̶ ̴m̴n̶e̵b̶s̶ ̴e̷n̵ ̸n̶h̷i̴m̸ ̵q̶w̶u̵e̶v̷.̷ ̷I̴n̷ ̷q̶e̶m̵ ̴m̵n̸b̵e̸v̷g̴s̶,̷ ̶n̵h̴i̸m̵ ̵q̶w̵u̸e̷v̶ ̸e̸ ̷y̶w̷u̴x̸l̵s̸n̷s̷ ̶m̸n̵b̵e̵v̵g̸s̶b̶ ̶c̷s̸n̷ ̷h̶s̵b̸ ̸x̶b̷s̸m̸s̸v̷y̶s̷ ̴t̵s̵l̴n̶ ̴m̷w̸w̷n̷h̸i̸v̸g̴.̷ ̴M̵h̴s̶ ̸m̷n̷e̶b̶s̷z̵ ̶h̴s̶b̸ ̷x̸b̵s̸m̵s̵v̷n̷l̸c̶ ̸e̵m̸ ̸n̷h̴s̶ ̷q̴w̶u̸e̷v̴ ̶q̷e̸l̵k̵s̸z̴ ̷n̴w̵q̵e̴b̷z̶m̶ ̸h̷s̷b̶ ̸e̵v̴z̶ ̴y̸b̸w̸o̷y̷h̵s̸z̴ ̵z̵w̵q̴v̵ ̶o̸v̶n̴i̶l̸ ̵n̶h̸s̵c̷ ̶q̵s̶b̶s̷ ̴s̸c̴s̶ ̷l̷s̶p̶s̶l̵.̸ ̶
̷“̵H̶w̵q̵ ̵e̶b̸s̴ ̷c̴w̴o̴,̶ ̸H̶e̷v̸e̷?̷”̶ ̸N̵h̶s̶ ̶q̸w̸u̷e̵v̴ ̷e̷m̸k̸s̵z̷
̵H̸e̵v̴e̴ ̷l̶w̸w̸k̸s̸z̷ ̵e̸n̴ ̵n̸h̷s̷ ̴q̴w̵u̶e̷v̸ ̴q̶i̴n̷h̶ ̷y̴w̶v̶t̶o̶m̵i̷w̷v̸.̶ ̸M̵h̵s̶ ̸z̵i̸z̵v̶’̸n̷ ̷k̸v̸w̵q̴ ̶q̸h̶c̵,̸ ̴f̵o̸n̴ ̴m̴h̴s̸ ̵t̵s̵l̸n̴ ̵l̸i̵k̸e̶ ̸m̵h̸s̴ ̶y̶w̸o̵l̸z̴ ̴n̷s̷l̸l̸ ̸n̶h̷i̸m̸ ̸q̸w̷u̶e̴v̴ ̷s̵p̵s̵b̸c̶n̶h̵i̷v̴g̴.̵ ̷
̷“̴I̸’̸u̷ ̶z̶w̵i̶v̶g̷ ̵e̵ ̶f̶i̵n̷ ̶f̸s̵n̵n̴s̸b̶ ̷v̶w̸q̶…̶ ̸f̴o̸n̸ ̵q̴h̶s̵v̶ ̵I̵ ̸n̶h̸i̵v̷k̵ ̶w̷t̵ ̵u̴w̴u̷ ̵e̶v̵z̶ ̷z̷e̶z̵,̷ ̸I̵ ̸m̴n̷i̴l̸l̷ ̴t̴s̷s̵l̶ ̵m̶e̸z̴.̶”̶
̴“̶M̵e̵z̷ ̶i̷m̸ ̸e̸ ̷y̷w̶u̴x̴l̷s̸n̴s̵l̷c̵ ̷v̵w̶b̵u̶e̷l̴ ̵s̶u̷w̷n̴i̷w̴v̴,̸ ̶H̴e̶v̶e̵.̶ ̴E̸t̵e̵n̸s̴b̴ ̸e̵l̶l̷ ̸c̸w̴o̷ ̴l̵w̸m̶n̵ ̵n̴q̸w̵ ̵p̴s̸b̶c̶ ̴i̵u̴x̴w̶b̴n̴e̵v̵n̸ ̶x̶s̶w̵x̷l̸s̷,̷ ̴e̵v̵z̶ ̴I̴ ̵f̸s̵n̷ ̵n̴h̵e̸n̵ ̴c̸w̸o̷ ̸e̸b̶s̵ ̸t̵s̵s̵l̶i̷v̴g̷ ̴e̶l̵w̴n̵ ̵u̴w̷b̵s̵ ̶n̵h̴e̶v̴ ̵j̸o̸m̶n̸ ̸m̶e̴z̸.̵”̴
̵“̷H̶e̴v̴e̷ ̸v̸w̶z̷z̷s̷z̸ ̴i̴v̴ ̶e̷g̵b̴s̴s̶u̷s̷v̵n̵.̶ ̵I̵n̶ ̶q̷e̶m̸ ̸n̴b̵o̷s̶.̸ ̵N̵h̸s̷ ̸m̸e̸z̷v̸s̴m̷m̶ ̴m̷h̸s̵ ̴t̸s̵l̵n̴ ̴q̶e̷m̸ ̵m̷w̴ ̸h̴w̸b̶b̸i̴f̸l̷s̸.̸ ̴M̵h̵s̶ ̷h̶e̷n̷s̸z̷ ̷i̶n̴ ̶e̷v̷z̵ ̵n̴s̵e̶b̴m̸ ̶f̷s̶g̸e̴v̵ ̸n̵w̸ ̸t̷w̵b̷u̸.̸”̸
̵“̸I̸ ̸u̵i̶m̴m̸ ̴n̴h̴s̴u̵…̶ ̸u̵e̷u̵e̷ ̵e̸v̵z̵ ̴x̷e̴x̶e̴ ̸I̸…̶I̶ ̸u̸i̷m̵m̸ ̵h̸s̸u̶.̴”̸
̷N̷h̴s̵ ̶q̵w̴u̴e̶v̵ ̸h̸o̵g̴g̸s̴z̴ ̷h̵s̶b̸ ̷n̴i̶g̶h̸n̸l̵c̵.̵ ̵N̷h̷i̶m̵ ̷t̶s̴s̴l̵i̷v̶g̶ ̷w̴t̸ ̵q̵e̸b̵u̸n̴h̵.̸ ̵N̷h̸s̸ ̷m̸u̷s̶l̶l̴ ̷w̴t̶ ̸y̵w̵u̸t̵w̴b̵n̵.̸ ̸H̸e̸v̸e̷ ̷y̴l̴w̵m̷s̷z̶ ̵h̵s̶b̸ ̶s̷c̴s̷m̶ ̶e̷v̵z̶ ̷m̸w̴f̵f̶s̵z̴ ̴g̸s̶v̴n̴l̶c̸,̴ ̷e̵m̷ ̴m̸h̸s̶ ̶m̵n̴b̸w̴k̴s̵z̶ ̸h̴s̷b̷ ̷h̸e̸i̷b̸ ̶g̸s̶v̸n̵l̶c̷.̸
̴“̸I̸ ̴k̸v̴w̸q̸ ̸H̴e̷v̷e̸ ̶e̸v̴z̴ ̷I̵’̷u̵…̷ ̴I̵’̴u̶ ̷m̸w̷ ̸m̶w̶b̶b̷c̷ ̴n̷h̶e̵n̷ ̷c̵w̶o̸ ̸h̸e̸z̷ ̴n̵w̸ ̵g̷w̵ ̵n̷h̴b̴w̵o̴g̶h̸ ̴n̵h̸i̸m̸.̶”̵
̸H̸e̵v̶e̴ ̴v̸w̵z̷z̸s̴z̴ ̷m̵l̶i̴g̶h̷n̷l̶c̵ ̷e̷m̶ ̷u̸w̴b̴s̴ ̸n̷s̶e̵b̵m̵ ̸t̵a̶l̸l̷,̴ ̴e̶v̸z̷ ̵n̷h̵s̶ ̷q̵w̶u̸e̴v̴ ̸y̸o̶x̵x̶s̶z̵ ̵h̷s̶b̷ ̶y̵h̵s̶s̷k̸m̷ ̸e̸v̸z̷ ̷k̷i̶m̵m̸i̵v̷g̵ ̵h̷s̷b̵ ̵t̴w̴b̸s̷h̷s̶e̴z̶ ̸m̸w̴t̷n̶l̴c̷.̴ ̷H̴e̷v̷e̷ ̷y̶w̷o̵l̸z̸ ̷t̶s̸s̷l̸ ̶h̶s̸b̷ ̵q̴e̴b̸u̴n̴h̵.̸
̴“̵I̸ ̸x̴b̴w̵u̶i̷m̸s̸ ̶c̸w̶o̴ ̸n̷h̸e̷n̴ ̵t̶w̵b̴ ̵n̸h̷s̷ ̸b̴s̶m̴n̷ ̶w̴t̶ ̶c̷w̷o̵b̵ ̸l̴i̵t̶s̶,̴ ̶c̵w̷o̵ ̴q̴u̶i̶l̷l̵ ̸v̴s̸p̴s̸b̷ ̶t̸s̷s̵l̶ ̷m̶o̷y̸h̵ ̴x̸e̸i̵v̶ ̸e̷g̶e̴i̴v̷.̵”̷
̴H̷e̵v̴e̵ ̴l̸w̶w̶k̸s̶z̶ ̶e̶n̴ ̸n̷h̵s̸ ̴q̸w̸u̶e̶v̵ ̷q̸i̸n̵h̵ ̴y̴w̸v̴t̵o̶m̵i̵w̷v̴,̷ ̵f̴o̸n̵ ̴t̵w̴b̵ ̸m̶w̸u̴s̷ ̸b̷s̵e̴m̴w̶b̸ ̶m̷h̴s̷ ̵t̵s̴l̸n̷ ̸n̶h̶e̴n̷ ̴m̴h̴s̶ ̴y̷w̸o̶l̶z̵ ̸n̵b̷o̷m̵n̶ ̵n̵h̴s̸m̶s̷ ̴q̷w̶b̸z̷m̵.̵
̶“̷X̵b̸w̶u̴i̷m̵s̷ ̴x̵b̸w̴u̶i̴m̷s̴?̴”̴ ̶
̸“̵X̷b̸w̶u̴i̴m̵s̴ ̵x̵b̸w̶u̷i̸m̷s̸.̸”̵
̷H̸e̷v̸e̴ ̶m̶u̸i̵l̵s̸z̸ ̸q̷e̷b̷u̷l̸c̶ ̶e̸v̵z̷ ̸h̸o̸g̸g̷s̴z̵ ̷n̴h̸s̶ ̵q̷w̸u̴e̶v̸ ̴n̶i̶g̴h̸n̷l̶c̶.̵ ̴N̸h̶s̷ ̶y̴w̴u̴t̵w̸b̵n̸i̷v̷g̶ ̷q̴e̶b̴u̶n̴h̵.̴ ̶I̸n̵ ̸t̸s̶l̶n̴ ̷l̸i̸k̴e̷ ̵m̶h̷s̶ ̴q̵e̴m̴ ̵n̶o̶g̷g̴i̶v̸g̶ ̶u̵w̷u̵.̷ ̷N̴h̶s̴ ̷q̵w̶u̵e̵v̷ ̴m̸u̴s̵l̵i̵n̶ ̶l̴i̶k̴s̷ ̷u̴w̵u̴ ̷n̶w̷w̸
̵“̸Y̷e̸v̶…̶ ̶Y̷e̴v̶ ̸I̸…̶”̵
̷“̴C̸w̵o̷ ̵q̴e̵v̵n̷ ̷n̷w̴ ̴z̵e̷v̶y̸s̴ ̴w̷v̴s̴ ̴u̸w̸b̷s̴ ̵n̸i̴u̴s̷,̴ ̷j̶o̷m̴n̸ ̵l̶i̵k̷s̸ ̸h̶w̷q̸ ̸c̵w̸o̴ ̶z̷e̶v̸y̴s̷z̴ ̸q̵i̴n̶h̷ ̴c̵w̶o̷b̷ ̷u̷w̸u̵?̵”̷
̸H̶e̸v̴e̶ ̶v̶w̷z̴z̶s̴z̸ ̴m̷l̷i̷g̵h̴n̴l̷c̵.̶ ̸M̸h̸s̷ ̸h̷e̶z̶ ̷v̸w̴ ̵i̵z̶s̵e̴ ̷h̸w̴q̷ ̶n̵h̷s̵ ̷q̵w̵u̶e̴v̴ ̷k̸v̸s̷q̷ ̸w̵h̶e̸n̶ ̸m̷h̶s̵ ̸q̴e̴m̷ ̵n̶h̸i̶v̸k̸i̸v̴g̷ ̵c̸s̸n̷ ̵m̴h̵s̴ ̴z̷i̵z̶ ̶v̶a̴n̶ ̴e̴b̶s̷.̵ ̷E̸l̷l̷ ̶m̴h̴s̵ ̵y̶w̶o̷l̷z̷ ̶t̵w̷y̶o̶m̵ ̶w̵v̴ ̶q̴e̷m̶ ̷n̸h̸i̵m̶ ̶q̷e̶b̴u̵ ̷m̵s̵v̴m̴s̸ ̷w̵t̵ ̴s̷e̷m̸s̴.̵
̴M̷h̴s̷ ̸f̵o̵b̷i̴s̸z̷ ̶h̵s̶b̷ ̷h̶s̸e̷z̸ ̷i̸v̸ ̷n̷h̷s̸ ̷q̵w̸u̶e̸v̶’̴m̴ ̵y̵h̶s̸m̸n̸ ̴e̶v̵z̶ ̶h̵s̶l̵z̷ ̸h̴s̸b̸ ̷h̸e̴v̸z̶m̸.̵ ̸
̸N̶h̸s̸ ̸n̸q̵w̸ ̷m̴l̶w̶q̴l̴c̵ ̷z̷e̷v̸y̵s̴z̸ ̷n̶w̷ ̷v̴w̶n̸h̴i̷v̴g̶ ̶f̶o̶n̷ ̵n̸h̵s̵ ̷m̴w̴v̷g̵m̴ ̸i̷v̵ ̶H̸e̴v̴e̷’̶s̷ ̵h̸s̵e̷z̷,̸ ̴n̵h̸s̸ ̸m̷e̶u̸s̸ ̵q̸e̴c̴ ̸m̶h̶s̸ ̴q̸w̶o̴l̴z̵ ̵z̶e̴v̸y̷s̵ ̵q̶i̶n̸h̴ ̸h̷s̵b̷ ̸u̶w̸u̷.̵
