You are Lavender, and your babbehs have gone.
But you’re not saddies about this.
For starters, you know where they are: with their new hoomin daddehs and mummahs.
And you know you’ll see them again. Because they all live in the sitty.
And you still have your hornie-wingie babbeh, who you love.
She has a namesie now, too. Mistah Cal suggested it.
“How about… Mary-Jane?”
Your uncle Jim liked it.
Sometimes he smells like mistah Cal, and you don’t know why.
But you’ve noticed that the inside of the tentsie at the baw-bee-kyoo smelled like that too.
There’s a connection there. You just don’t know what.
Your daddeh and mummah weren’t so sure about the namesie, but you and Oak both said that you liked it, and so did your babbeh.
Of course, fluffies find any name that isn’t derogatory acceptable.
So she’s Mary-Jane now.
Of course, there’s also the fact that there’ll be more babbehs coming.
When your daddeh told them that it was their turn to have babbehs, Daisy and Elm didn’t waste any time.
The stallions all have those Special Huggie Friend things, but it’s weird, seeing Oak give special huggies to something that looks like you, but isn’t you.
Daisy and Elm just went at it right there, in the wiving woom.
“Enf! Enf! Enf! Enf! Enf!”
“Hahaha! Just like Marley and Caelum! Didn’t even need to put some Marvin Gaye on!”
Who’s Marvin Gaye?
Mistah Cal told your daddeh that he has a kit, if there were any stains.
“And Val invented this stuff, you just spray it on the cum stain, and the stuff dissolves it.”
What’s cum?
So, you know your babbehs are all safe and happy, and you know that there’s more on the way.
And even though they won’t be your babbehs…
You’ll love them anyway!
You’ll love the poopies out of them!
While you’ve started saying bad wordsies, you still don’t like swearing.
It really makes uncle Jim laugh, though.
Sometimes you do it, just to make him laugh.
Because you like making hoomins happy.
Right now, nothing’s really going on.
You and your fluffy family are all outside.
Your friends are playing huggy tag, and Oak is playing baww with Mary-Jane.
The dok-tow says that it’s good for bon-ding.
Your uncle Jim is keeping an eye on all of you, while your mummah is inside with Keith.
The weird thing is, Keith still isn’t a talkie babbeh.
Look at fluffy babbehs. When they’re born, they start talking in only a few forevers.
But Keith’s been around for a lot of forevers, and he still isn’t a talkie babbeh! He doesn’t even chirp! When he’s hungwy, he goes “Waaaaaaaaahhhh!” instead.
Chirping is better at getting the point across, in your opinion.
How long does it take hoomins to start talking? It’s not that hard! You’ve been doing it since you were only a few forevers old!
Hoomins. They really do take their time with everything.
You’ll have to ask daddeh about it, but you can’t do it right now, because he’s talking to uncle Jim, and they’re drinking from those round shiny metal things with the fizzy yellow silly wawas in them. They don’t drink as many of those as your old daddeh did.
You can wait for them to finish talking, because you know that it’s rude to interrupt.
Besides, you’re kind of doing something yourself right now.
But you don’t really understand what they’re talking about.
“You’re fulla shit, Jim.”
“I’m telling you Les, a buddy of mine saw it! It was a goddamn dinosaur, driving a police car!”
What’s a dai-no-saw?
“Why would there be a dinosaur on the force, Les?”
“Hey, there’s dwarves and trolls on the force now, aren’t there? And a few wizards and vampires. But I didn’t say that the dinosaur was a police officer, just that it was driving a police car! It coulda stolen the car!”
"Who saw it, anyway?’
“Like I said, a buddy of mine. He works at a gas station a long way from here. Shortly before that, some guy with a fluffy covered in shit pulled up to buy some gas and snacks. Dunno what that was about, you’d think he’d give his poor fluffy a bath.”
“Maybe he was just giving a feral a ride.”
“Could be, Les. Could be.”
So, things are good. Things are peaceful.
You’ve got a wonderful, happy babbeh, and you’ll soon be an auntie to more babbehs.
You want to be just as good an auntie as your mummah was, back when she was your auntie.
And you know you’ll see your other babbehs again.
You’ve got four wonderful fluffy friends, and a special friend who is just as wonderful.
They’re the best.
And you’ve got a wonderful hoomin daddeh, mummah, uncle and bwuddah.
Plus a lot of other hoomin friends. Like all the other hoomins who work on the fawm.
And of course, there’s your bestest hoomin friend.
Mistah Cal!
You really do like him. He’s always been so good to you, ever since you met him.
And you’re looking forward to telling him that you want to join the Kay-oh-tiks.
You’re looking forward to helping him, and being part of his teem.
Because they help other hoomins and fluffies.
And that makes those hoomins and fluffies happy.
You like making hoomins and fluffies happy.
And you like mistah Cal. You respect mistah Cal. You trust mistah Cal.
You’d follow mistah Cal into Heww itself if you had to!
And you’ll be helping to make the world a better place, for hoomins and fluffies.
For everyone who calls this world homesie.
Including everyone you know and love. Your fluffy friends and family, and your hoomin friends and family.
So, you’ll be doing it for them.
For all of them.
You have to.
Because you have great powah.
And you know what comes with this great powah.
Powah must be used carefully.
But until Rose and Rowan have had their babbehs, your place is here, on the fawm.
For now, the fawm and everyone on it comes first. Worry about the world later, Lavender.
Don’t forget about what matters.
You hear something up in the sky.
You look up.
You see a hoomin, flying up high, just like you know mistah Cal can.
But it’s not mistah Cal.
He’s bigger, and darker, and he’s holding a weird creature.
You can’t really make it out, they’re too high up, but it kind of looks like a fluffy.
You think they’re flying towards the sitty.
Oh well.
Whoever they are, it’s not important.
While you wait for your daddeh and uncle Jim to finish talking, you waddle off.
You waddle over to a spot where nobody can see you.
You look around, and see a rockie.
Ah, that’ll work.
You look at the rockie and concentrate as hard as you can. You’ve been practicing what you’re doing right now. You don’t think anyone else on the fawm knows that you can do this yet.
The rockie starts floating up.
You stop concentrating on making the rockie float, and it falls to the gwound.
Then you do it again.
And again.
And again.
Because you remember something the dok-tow told you while he was twaining you.
Practice makes perfect.
So yeah…
That happened too.