A trendy restaurant next to a large, peaceful park.
A second floor outdoor dining area, directly overlooking the park greenery.
A patron was sitting by a table, with a bowl of risotto and iced tea.
His name was Silas and he was on an assignment, but currently he was on his lunch break.
He was engaged in his favorite pastime: People watching.
Today he was specifically interested in how people would react to a certain type of creature: Fluffies. A herd of them had decided to make their home in the park. Six adult Fluffies and four foals, who had made their nest next to a large oak tree, surrounded by bushes, and positioned next to a walking trail. He had no doubt that the Fluffies would soon start interacting with the humans passing by.
His position was pretty good. Close enough to overhear conversations from up top, but high enough that he was just out of view. A quick glance gave him all the information he needed. A yellow Fluffy with a red mane and tail, and a clear arrogant attitude. It was beating and berating a malnourished, full brown Fluffy, as a Fluffy of light blue and yellow and another Fluffy, comprised of two shades of green, watched coldly from behind. Four stallions: One Smarty, two Toughies and a Poopie.
Meanwhile, a mare of purple and blue was sat beside the tree with her four foals: Purple, orange, peach and brown. The size of the foals, a tell-tale sign of clear favoritism, with the purple notably larger than the orange and peach, and the brown malnourished. A clear case of B.M.S. There was also one more mare, swelled so large that she couldnât move. A soon-mummah, who seemed to be the only one to notice Silas looking, but she didnât care, as she was much too excited about the imminent arrival of her soon-babbehs. Silas didnât care as well, as it was time for the main show.
It was time for some People Watching.
Two middle-aged women pass by and it is clear that they noticed the Fluffy herd. Why wouldnât they? Such bright colors and the unmistakable, high pitched voices. It was hard to miss. As the women approached the nest, they both went silent and quicken their pace, a clear attempt to avoid interaction.
The same applied to a young man a minute later, who put his headphones on and began a light jog, as he passed the nest. It was a common response to Fluffies in current times. Avoid and ignore. However, there were still many who held stronger feelings for these creatures.
A middle-aged man had noticed the nest and had stopped walking. He pulled out his phone and began talking. He was speaking rather hushed, but Silas heard a couple of words: Shit Rats, infestation, and get rid of them. The man turned back and walked in the opposite direction. No doubt a Fluffy hater, who had just called local Pest Control to get rid of them. Silas thought about it. He figured the herd had roughly twenty minutes to evade the situation, but they were unlikely to leave.
Why would they? They had no idea that Pest Control was coming and their nest situation was looking very favorable. There were no signs in their happy little worlds that something bad was coming, so the only way for them to avoid the situation was a little bit of luck and a favorable human interaction.
Fortunately, an opportunity arrived. A young couple walked by. Male. Female. Both in their early twenties. Different ethnicities. They notice the Fluffies and neither looked worried.
The young man approached first and the two Toughies notice his presence, scampering towards him cutely.
"Hewwo mistah!â
âGib Fwuffy huggies n wuv?â
The young man laughs, and petted both of them gently.
âHey babeâ he said âCheck these Fluffies out. Theyâre so cute!â
The Fluffies began to giggle happily, clearly flattered at being called cute and the young woman approached slowly with no ill intent, but the two Fluffy quickly run behind the young man.
âGu wayâ the green Toughie replies timidly behind the young man.
The couple is clearly shocked.
âHey!â The young man exclaimed âDonât tell my girlfriend to go away, thatâs rude!â
âNuâ the green Toughie replies âNu wikeâ
âGu way poopie hooman!â The blue Toughie suddenly screams.
The young woman is clearly taken aback and steps back a few steps, and the young man was visibly outraged by this.
âEXCUSE ME?!â he screams angrily.
The two Fluffies back away in fear, confused at what they did wrong. Unsurprising, as this was not intentional racism, but a flaw with design. A simple association of colors with certain elements of life. However, it would seem that this was the first time the couple had encountered this before, and another Fluffy would undoubtedly make things worse.
âWEAVE HEWD AWONE DUMMEH HOOMANS!â The Smarty screams.
The Smarty comes charging in with a pout, stomping his hooves. He turns his rear end aimed towards the young woman.
âSMAWTY GIB POOPIE HOOMAN SOWWI POOPIES!â The Smarty shouts.
However, before he can do so, the young man kicked the Smarty to the side, sending it flying into a bush, as the two Toughies come rushing after him. The young man followed, seemingly intent on continuing his abuse, but was stopped by his girlfriend.
âOh my god Rich⌠look at thatâ the young woman says in horror.
The young woman points to the malnourished brown Fluffy and the foal in the same state. It is clear neither had seen this before.
âFuck⌠I heard about this, but I seriously thought Uncle T was just spouting Anti-Fluffy nonsenseâ.
The young man approaches the brown Fluffy with seemingly good intent, but trouble comes back with the Smarty seemingly unscathed and ready for another brawl.
âDAT HEWD POOPIE NUMMER! WEAVE AWONE!â
The young woman is horrified and the young man outraged. The young man steps forward intent on hurting the Smarty, but his girlfriend pulls away.
âLetâs just go Rich⌠IâŚâ
The young woman looks visibly distressed and the young man realized this. He sneered at the Fluffies, before pulling his girlfriend away, but not before one more action. The young man suddenly grabbed the brown foal, then runs off with his girlfriend, as the mare screams childish insults.
âFuck you, Shit Rats!â He shouts as he flees with his girlfriend in hand.
The Smarty and the two Toughies do not chase. They merely hurl childish insults before returning to their nest. All three had smug grins, no doubt proud that they managed to protect their nest and most of the herd from these aggressive human attackers. If only they realized the consequences of their actions.
The young couple were seemingly untouched by all the Fluffy hate, probably grew up in one of those areas unaffected by the Fluffy infestation, and probably only knowing Fluffies mainly through Hugboxers. For the herd, it was a chance to get a decent home or at least get sent to a Hugbox shelter, though the clear mistreatment of the brown Fluffies would have undoubtedly raised suspicion.
However, more importantly would be the effect this encounter would leave on the couple. Though quite a brief interaction, the juxtaposition of such terrible behavior from such adorable, child-like creatures would no doubt have a lasting effect. Given how both reacted, it was unlikely that they would forget this encounter any time soon and it would certainly have shaken their perspective of Fluffies.
Most likely they would share tales of this experience with family, friends and acquaintances, spreading this terrible encounter they had with a feral Fluffy herd. Many of which would have undoubtedly heard similar stories. More and more of such stories spread throughout almost a decade. Once might have been a misunderstanding. Twice might have been a coincidence. Thrice and a pattern would begin to be noticed. What was supposedly just a flaw in the design of these bio-toys was now a misconception that Fluffies were racist by nature, or at least the Shit Rats were.
The young couple would most likely be changed by the encounter. Given how quick the young man was to save the malnourished, brown foal, they would most likely become part of the Poopie Fluffy trend. A desire to right the injustices imparted by brown and other dark colored foals at the hand of their fellow Fluffies. A trend that would expose them to the horrid nature of BMS, Hellgremlins and foal enfers. Each of these stories served to villainize Fluffies more and more.
The irony being that the Smarty and the Toughies were only acting by their nature. Their actions could have been identified as immoral, but morality was a Human concept. They did not perceive their actions as wrong, because their definition of wrong was different. Animals were capable of such cruelties as well, but animals could not truly speak like humans, and therefore it was easier to forgive them. Fluffies could speak like humans and therefore it was easy to believe that they understood human concepts as well, but like children, these concepts needed to be taught, and unfortunately for many Fluffies, they would never get such an opportunity.
In the case of this feral herd, it was especially unlikely that they would ever be able to reach human standards of morality. What they believed to be wrong and right was already well ingrained in their psyche and the best option they could hope for, was someone who loved and truly understood Fluffies with a passion for rehabilitation, or someone who had made it their personality to defend Fluffies no matter the wrongs.
For the next person approaching the herd, Silas could not imagine him fitting the bill.
A portly, middle-aged male. Collared buttoned shirt. Black pants. Suspenders. Brown briefcase. Traditional white collared worker. The man was unkempt and clearly in a rush. Most likely late for something important. Silas watches as the man tripped slightly and dropped a paper bag on the floor, cursing aloud and attracting the attention of the herd.
The paper bag fell to its side, but luckily for the man, nothing fell out. Silas wasnât able to see what was inside, but he had a good idea, one that was quickly proven right as the malnourished, brown Fluffy crept out of the bush.
âNummies?â Asked the brown Fluffy.
The man quickly picks up the bag.
âFluffies?â He asks aloud.
His surprised yet calm reaction, suggested that he too had little bad encounters with ferals. Silas thought about it. Obsiville was one of the areas largely unaffected by the old Fluffy infestation, plus these ferals were more in line with traditional feral Fluffies, with current feral Fluffies opting to stay in the forest and sewers, and were significantly different in both attitude and survival instincts. These were most likely remnants of the Fluffy Sink breach months ago with more traditional city feral attitudes, one that the man would going to encounter first hand, as the brown Fluffy quickly hugged his leg.
âPwease gib nummies tu Fwuffy. Fwuffy am su hungwyâ .
The Smarty and the Toughies heard this and came running from out the bushes. They noticed their brown herd mate clinging to the man, and most likely interpreted this as a sign that the man was friendly, and with it came an opportunity to get a better life. They all quickly rushed the man, pushing the brown Fluffy aside, as they clung to his legs.
âPwease be nyu daddehâ
âNice mistah gib huggies n wuv n nummies n toysie?â
âDummeh hooman gib Smawty housie n sketti wite nao!â
The man shook them off but another one had joined the fray. The BMS with her three remaining foals. She quickly hugged the manâs leg as well.
âPwease be nyu daddeh! Am gud mummah n hab wots of babbehs!â
The foals were also crying out pleas, begging for the man to adopt them. This situation has left the man visibly uncomfortable.
âI⌠Iâm sorry, but I need to go⌠Iâm late for a meetingâ
Unfortunately, these Fluffies did not show any understanding and merely redoubled their efforts to beg for a better life. The BMS, the Toughies, the foals and even the Poopie, all clinging harder, as they continued pleading with desperate efforts.
âNo dun weave! Pwease be nyu daddeh!â
âPwease gib nummies, Fwuffy am su hungwyâ
âFwuffy am gud Fwuffy! Nee nyu daddeh!â
âDUN GU!â
The man tried to shake them off lightly. Still showing some compassion for these creatures. Understandable, as their adorable appearance and child-like voices easily evoked sympathy, but their flawed nature would quickly turn against them, as the Smarty would prove, stomping his hooves angrily on the ground.
âDummeh mistah! Gib Smawty sketti n housie wite nao o Smawty gib worstest poopies!â
The man was startled by this briefly, before his discomfort turned into visible annoyance. He shook the Fluffies off with more strength now, clearly no longer compassionate to their plight and even hits a few of them with his briefcase. The Fluffies quickly realized his hostility and flee a few steps back, as the man begins to walk away.
âY meanie gib Fwuffy hurties!? Fwuffies am fo huggies n wuv!!â
âMistah am munstah hooman!â
âMeanie mistah wan babbehs hab foebah sweepies!?â
âPwease mistah gib Fwuffies nummies am su hungwy!â
âDummeh hooman nu gib Smawty housie n sketti!? Smawty hatechu! Hatechu!â
The man turned back to face them and Silas notices a look of guilt on his face, but then the man quickly turned away and briskly walked off. Meanwhile, the herd went back to their nest.
Silas smirked as he ate his risotto. He knew why Hasbio had done it, but it did serve as one of the biggest flaws of Fluffies. Entitled and demanding behavior. Fluffies were designed to be almost completely dependent on Humans with the notions that Humans would give them whatever they wanted, because the intent was that every Fluffy was only going to leave the shops with a Human owner. A cute toy, albeit expensive, marketed to upper and upper-middle class households for their children to play with. They were never meant to live in the wild.
Those radical individuals who had first freed the Fluffies from Hasbio labs all those years ago, had done so with the noble intent of freeing what they perceived as an oppressed animal species, and in doing so had condemned the Fluffies. Freeing them out in the wild, a world they were not designed for, would only lead to Fluffies constantly struggling and would eventually lead to desperation. This desperation would create many common scenarios of a Fluffy listing out all their needs and wants to random strangers, a trait of their flawed bio-programming with Fluffies instinctively believing that humans were supposed to give them what they wanted, but in this scenario, it would only create or reinforce the common notion that Fluffies were entitled and demanding, or at least Shit Rats were.
As for the unfortunate man, who had been placed in this uncomfortable situation it was unlikely that he would be able to simply forget this encounter. The fact that he looked back with guilt, would suggest that he still had some compassion for the Fluffies and Silas could imagine it going one of two ways:
- The man reflected on this event and felt terrible. He then dedicates some time helping Fluffies in a bid to ease his own guilt, perhaps adopting his own Fluffy, maybe working in a shelter, or maybe even coming back here to adopt the herd.
Or
- The man reflected on this event and felt terrible. He most likely finds Anti-Fluffy material, which was quite common nowadays, and in doing so, convinces himself that Fluffies are terrible creatures, and that he did no wrong abandoning them.
Thing was, one choice required a significantly less amount of effort. Most likely this man who never really interacted with Fluffies much, would end up hating them or like many others, simply avoid them. Either way, this small herd of Fluffies had once again, managed to effect the perception of Fluffy kind as a whole, but Silas was more interested about the next person coming.
Teenager. Male. Hands in pockets. Head and shoulder down low. Walking with a slouch. His mannerism and attitude suggested someone who probably spent a lot of time alone, seemingly feeling alienated from society and perhaps was being raised in an unhealthy environment.
The teenager noticed the Fluffy herd and tenses slightly, before looking around suspiciously, clearly scanning his surroundings for other people. He approached carefully and seemed to be grabbing something from his pocket, but then he stops as his eyes met with Silas, and Silas was quick to give the teenager a disapproving look.
The teenager looked away and his posture suggests disappointment. He then turned around and walked away. The Fluffies continued playing in their nest, unaware that they had just avoided a massacre.
Silas had seen this a dozen times. Young, angry teenagers seeing Fluffies as a perfect target to vent their frustrations. Helpless creatures with no protection from the law. Essentially a way for teenagers to hurt something, as they were probably hurting, without having to worry about repercussions. It helped if the Shit Rats had particularly spoiled bratty behavior, as the violence could be easily justified as karmic abuse.
Anti-Fluffy media always talks about how the existence of Fluffies reduced case of child abuse and child predators, simply because of the existence of this consequence free alternative, but they never really mention how many more violent individuals Fluffies actually created.
This teenager was just one case. Angry at something, he would probably find relief in violently punishing weaker, arrogant creatures, and therefore start to akin such violence as a healthy means of stress relief. He may also develop a sadistic streak, growing more brutal and violent with each session of abuse. The result, an emotionally unstable youth becoming all the more volatile.
Silas could only hope that his disapproving look would trigger the teenager into some form of self-reflection, but the teenager was merely a symptom of the flaws of society as a whole. One that certainly left his lunch in bad taste.
He continued eating his risotto in silence and eyed another set of individuals approaching. A group of young males. Boisterous and rambunctious. Just some guys looking for some fun, and it would seem they had found it, as they eyed the herd with sadistic eyes and evil grins. One of them looked at Silas, and Silas just looked back with a shrug, turning to his phone with a nonchalant look. Unlike the teenager before, these were just some young lads looking for some fun, and who was he to deprive them of that.
The lad grinned, seeing this as permission and signaled the same to his friends. The young men all grinned as they surrounded the herd. They had plastic bags at the ready. No doubt planning to hurt the Fluffies in a more private setting. As for the herd, the Smarty and the Toughie had grown aware to the presence of these humans.
âDis am Smawty wand! Gu way dummeh hoomans!â
The Smarty and the Toughies adopt an aggressive stance, completely oblivious to how utterly unmatched they were to the lads in every way. It would seem that this was it for their peaceful life. Once bagged up, the Fluffies would probably only know pain for the rest of their very short lives, but it would seem they would have a savior.
âLEAVE THOSE POOR CREATURES ALONE YOU PSYCHOPATHS!â Screamed a woman.
Silas stared at the voice in surprise and watched as a woman approached angrily. Mid-50s, slightly overweight and wearing one of those Fluffy Lover sweaters. Silas quickly identified that she was one of those individuals who made protecting Fluffies a whole part of their personality. The woman quickly approached the lads and pointed a finger at one of them.
âPEOPLE LIKE YOU MAKE ME SICK!â
The young men gathered together and step back. None offering any retort, and Silas noticed that many of the restaurant goers were now looking out in curiosity.
âITâS ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTING WHAT YOUâRE DOING, PICKING ON INNOCENT LITTLE CREATURES LIKE THESE. YOU BOYS SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF YOURSELVES!â
One of the lads stepped forwards angrily, seemingly ready to talk back. However, he had noticed the crowd of on-lookers and decided it was best to walk away. He signaled for his friends that it was time to leave and the group of young men walked away without a further word, but the woman was not yet done and she was now pointing at the restaurant-goers, specifically Silas.
âYOUâRE ALL JUST AS BAD! DOING NOTHING WHILE THESE POOR CREATURES WERE ABOUT TO GET HURT. YOU SHOULD ALL BE ASHAMED OF YOURSELVES!â
Some of the restaurant-goers looked uncomfortable, others annoyed. They all walked away back to their seats, as the woman continued looking at Silas angrily. Rather than pick a fight, Silas simply stood up and bowed.
âIâm terribly sorry about that maâam, after I finish my lunch. Iâll bring these Fluffies to a shelterâ Silas said with a polite smile.
The woman still looked somewhat angry, but nodded in agreement.
âGOOD! Itâs the least you can do after turning your back on these poor creatures!â
The woman walks away angrily and Silas notices some of the restaurant-goers rolling their eyes. This woman had no doubt soured their lunches. What was sad, was that despite her intention to protect the Fluffies, she would end up doing the most damage to Fluffy-kind, as she would end up turning numerous people against these already disliked creatures. Whatâs more, her actions would end up harming other Hugboxers. Ordinary people who liked Fluffies for what they were.
To be fair, it might not have been her fault entirely. Perhaps she was just an ordinary woman who loved Fluffies, but found herself changed as more and more people turned against the creatures she loved so dearly. All this hatred, molding her into what she was now. A Fluffy lover who perceived herself to be living in a disgusting world full of psychopathic abusers and immoral observers. This action was done out of good intentions, but was no doubt steeped in spite. She might have save this herd from the current abuse, but in doing so alienated numerous individuals as well.
The young lads who probably saw the abuse as nothing but some light-hearted fun, would no doubt hold strong resentment towards the woman, seeing her actions not as a desire to protect Fluffies, but an unjust rant from an angry woman who seemed to hold more compassion for the Fluffies rather than her fellow humans. With such notions, these young lads could easily mistake such behavior as common amongst many Hugboxers and grow to despise Fluffies even more than they currently did.
As for the restaurant-goers who merely observed and got scolded for doing nothing. It was unlikely that they would take the womanâs words to heart. Not many people would truly be willing to listen to a stranger screamingly angrily at them, especially for just standing by and observing. Perhaps if it was just one occurrence, then it wouldnât have such a strong impact, but Fluffies always brought out strong emotions and the arguments after the Cleveland act, only brought about extremists.
This woman and the Fluffy Freedom Fighters were a few prominent examples on the Hugbox camp, but the abuse side was no better. The infamous woman who shot up a Fluffy store, the abusers who broke into homes to torture owned Fluffies and those psychos with their torture dungeons filled with mutilated Fluffies. All just as bad. Hugbox or Abuse, both sides had plenty of crazies, and it was better just to separate oneself from Fluffy culture on a whole. There was no need to involve oneself in all that drama.
âIâm sorry about that, sirâ a woman said politely.
Silas looked at the woman in confusion. It was one of the waitresses.
âWhy are you sorry about that?â He asked.
âOh⌠um⌠Itâs just⌠uh⌠not all Hugboxers are like thatâ
âAre you a Hugboxer?â
The waitress looked conflicted, hesitant to answer, then nodded slightly.
âYeah⌠I⌠um⌠I⌠uhâŚâ
âRest assured, I am fully aware that most Hugboxers are not like that womanâ
The waitress visibly relaxes and nods in agreement, and Silas smiles.
âIs it tough being a Hugboxer nowadays?â Silas asks politely.
The waitress nods.
âKinda. Canât take my Fluffy out for a walk without getting weird looks nowadays, but itâs hard to keep them at home. They get into trouble so easily and⌠um⌠yeah. Sorry. I didnât mean to bother you during your lunch⌠I just didnât want people to get the wrong idea about⌠uh⌠usâ.
âIt is no problem, missâ.
The waitress smiled apologetically and Silas gives her a sympathetic nod. He then watches as she proceeds to offer the same apologies to other restaurant-goers. A person who felt the need to apologize for the actions of a stranger, simply because they ascribed to the same Fluffy ideologies. A seemingly unnecessary gesture, but what she had said earlier, hinted at signs of prejudice simply for enjoying the company of Fluffies. Her current action, were most likely one she believed to be a necessity. A need to highlight that not everyone in the Hugbox community was like that woman, in an attempt to reduce the bias in a world that was growing increasingly unsympathetic to Fluffies.
Of course such matters differed from city to city. Some cities were more tolerant towards Fluffies, some had kill on sight rules, but the fact remained that it was becoming increasingly harder to open up as a Hugboxer, more discrimination and there were plenty of people out there who seemed to have it out for all Hugboxers in general. Just like his clients, Mr. and Mrs. Capris, a poor couple who had two of their Fluffies stolen. Not only that, but the two Fluffies in question were part of some popular internet show the couple had created.
Unfortunately for the Capris and the two Fluffies in question, Fluffies did not have rights. It was something that the big companies sought to maintain, as it allowed for experimentation and product testing without fears of ethical concerns, but it also meant that a crime such as this, was a lot less important than some would believe it to be.
In the case of the Capris. This was not a kidnapping. This was B&E plus theft. As far as the police were concerned this was a case of a crazy abuser breaking in and stealing two objects. Pretty low on the priority list in comparison to actually kidnapping, murder and gang related crimes. Honestly a crime not worth wasting resources on, as it happened many times before. Eventually the abuser would slip up and get caught mid-crime, serving time for B&E and theft at most. As for the Fluffies ripped away from their homes, most would be dead by then.
However, there was something about this case that intrigued Silas. Despite what the police had said, this felt like no ordinary crazy abuser break in. Motives were uncertain, but this did not feel like someone with a grudge against her show or some crazy looking for kicks. The perpetrator had a specific target. The Capris has nine Fluffies, but the perpetrator had only broken in when three were home, furthermore the perpetrator had only taken two of the three Fluffies, injuring the third slightly, but nothing more.
Silas sipped on his iced tea. He was thinking about work again, especially on his lunch break. He looked back at the park and noticed that the herd was aware of his presence, as the Smarty was looking at him. Angry eyes, Silas looked back at it as he finished his drink, causing the Smarty to step forward and pout.
âGib Smawty nummies wite nao!â the Smarty demanded.
Silas just smiled, as todayâs entertainment had come to an end. Three Pest Control workers had arrived and were here to remove the Fluffies. Grabbers and cages. These were professional. Quick and clean work. Silas called for his bill as the herd began to scream. None of the other restaurant-goers paid any heed. The waitress from before had come back with his bill, shaking her head in disappointment.
âFucking Shit Rats. Noisy little pests always ruining nice things. I hope the city gets rid of them all, soonâ.
Silas looks at the waitress with a smile âAll of them? What about your Fluffy?â
The waitress looks at him with surprise âWhat about it? My Fluffy isnât a Shit Ratâ
âAh⌠yes. My apologies⌠Is credit card good?â
The waitress nods and takes his credit card, and Silas smiles. He had momentarily forgotten about that current trend. Fluffies were not Shit Rats. It was something that had been catching on recently.
Fluffies were good house pets, well-behaved and generally positive.
Shit Rats were the horrid pests that roamed the streets.
Fluffies were good.
Shit Rats were bad.
It was supposedly a thing started by various Hugbox groups. Fluffies were not Shit Rats, and therefore did not deserve the same treatment. A nice way to try and counter all the Fluffy hate, dividing them into two different groups and trying to divert all the hate to the group that actually deserved the hate.
Silas smiled. Perhaps there was hope for Fluffies after all, and Silas could only hope that he could crack his case so that he could return the two kidnapped Fluffies back to their rightful owners.
He looked back at the park. The Smarty, the Toughies, the BMS, the soon-mummah, the Poopie and the foals. Most likely they would all be sent to shelters. If they were lucky it was a Hugbox, and they would pretty much be living in a permanent home. If they were unlucky it was a Abuse and they didnât have long. It didnât matter. His lunch was done, and they had stopped being amusing.
It was time to get back to work.
I feel Iâm gonna get some flack for this one, but I felt a need to make it.
Just a little bit of world-building to flesh out the world that all my other stories are set.
~ MEY
