(A/N: This is a post of aforementioned Widdow Wogician from the drawing shown 
Enjoy)
You are a fluffy baby!
Your mummah just had you!
Mummah is soft and warm, and she gives you milkies!
Mummah was scared of you at first – you have wingies and a pointy!
But, your big human daddy told Mummah that you’re just a little baby, and you’re not a monster!
Plus, human daddy says fluffies with wingies and a pointy are very smart!
Mummah loves you!
You’ve opened your eyes, and you can play and run now!
Your siblings are still all chirpy and dumb, but you’re smart!
Daddeh knows you’re smart, and he gave you a name!
“Wogician babbeh wub bwockies! Wub daddeh!”
Daddeh smiles. Yay.
“Babbeh wub mummah?”
Well… Mummah isn’t smart like daddeh. Humans are smart, and so are you!
“Wogician babbeh wub mummah widdwe bit.”
“Wai nu wub mummah wot?”
“Mummah nu smawty.”
Mummah frowns and makes huu-huus. Dummy mummah.
You’re Logician, and you’re almost a big fluffy!
Daddeh teaches you all sorts of smart human stuff, and he even got you little things that go over your see-places to make you see better!
Your other siblings and mummah went to new humans, but daddeh is keeping you!
“Daddeh, daddeh! Wogician wan’ Daddeh weadies buuk on cwassicuw phiwosophy 'gain! Weadies!”
“In a bit, Logician. You’re been a good, smart fluffy. Daddy likes you, and he wants to make money with smart fluffies.”
Money is a human thing that gets them their own toysies and nesties. Yes.
“Ooh! Munee for Wogician?”
“Sure. To get more smart fluffies, you get a special-friend. This is Cloud.”
Cloud is a pretty mare with white and blue fluff. She has curly head-fluff, and she smells very pretty!
“Hewwo! Fwuffy am Cwoud! Fwend?”
“Fwuffy am Wogician. Fwend, yis.”
You both play, and proceed to have special-huggies. Cloud now says she’s a soon-mummah.
You’re a daddy now!
Cloud is a very-soon-mummah, and she’s getting very slow when she runs and plays. After Friday sketti dinner, you hear a loud noise.
“Eeeh… BIGGESH POOPIES!!”
“Wha am?”
Daddeh runs into your safe-room and kneels down beside Cloud.
“Okay, just breathe. It’s your babies.”
Cloud has very many hurties, but babies come out of her! Yay!
“Babbehs? Wogician daddeh nao?”
Wait. If you’re a daddy, that means you can’t do smart things and read your books anymore!
Daddy walks out of the safe-room to let Cloud, you, and the babies bond.
You ask one of the babies what they would do in the problem where the humans get squished by the long vroom-vroom.
Baby just chirps. Stupid baby, give an answer!
You ask another baby what reality consists of. No answer, the baby just suckles on your hoof.
Stupid babies.
Babies are a few bright-times old now, and they’re still dumb!
No talkies, no logical thought.
Cloud loves those babies, though. Always feeds them and sings to them and hugs them.
Maybe she’s dumb, too.
You walk to your side of the safe-room and get your Hasbio™️ Fluffy Scientist Playkit. It may not be moral, but these babies better be good for something.
“Wogician wan’ babbehs. Pway wiv babbehs.”
“Otay! Speshuw-fwend be cawefuw wiv widdwe babbehs…”
You pick one baby up with your mouthie and give it a poke with with the playkit’s provided (yet dull) syringe.
peep
PEEP
“Shuddup! Dummeh babbeh hewp Wogician wiv sycence-fingie!”
You grab another baby and squeeze it in a little plastic beaker with wawas in it.
You try to pull the baby out after, but the baby’s too stupid and fat and won’t slide out.
You continue playing until Cloud notices.
“Nuuu! Speshuw-fwend nu huwt babbehs! Munstah speshuw-fwend!”
Daddeh walks in and groans. He knew from when your siblings were here and you usually never played nice with other fluffies.
Babies helped with science!
You’re the smartest fluffy!
