You are fluffy.
It was all dark and but soon a your frist bright time, as you were brought into this world you has many sissys and bwotews, a Mummeh who had a human muumuh who had her human mummy .
It seemed to all nice forever’s with milkies and playing and fluff TV.
Saly it was not to last, one day human mummuh and and homins mummuh’s mummuh said she couldn’t keep us all so fwuffy mummuh picked twu fluffs that looked like mummuh and when we could eat grass nummies mummuh’s mummuh took you and your sissy and bwotews to a green place. It got cold every fluff looked for bewy numies like on the tee vee.
Fluffy get lost and never saw Bwotews or sissy again. Fluffy fell when running from barky monster and wake up with new daddeh and barky monsta that isnt monsta…. Barker fwend and new daddeh lived in big grey place and made you talk good an’ act nice tu aww hoomans, he made you a little sweep pwace to be safe in with a littew boxie nu tu get sickies, one bwight-time daddeh an’ bawkeh fwend not come
in after men with shouty sticks gave then hurties. Fwuffy wishes Daddeh to come back, Fluffy and still fluffy and fwuffy will be gud fwuffy always… mabei then daddeh will come back. The fowebe evers came and den one day a scawy wady says to weave so fluffy weave… then it was now
You are cold.
Lady not-mummeh said you can’t stay but said you could wait until the sky watew goes away.
Your instinct would be to cuddle up to her and try to make her your new mummeh, but you saw what fluffies that demanded stuff got—
and it was the wowstest huwties and fowevw sleepies.
You were a good fluffy, and even when Lady not-mummeh said it was time to go, you did what you were told.
You don’t want fowevw sleepies…
Time passed—maybe even a forever—until the sky wawa stopped, but the lady was still looking at her magic humin square.
You looked at the sidewalk and then back at her.
She seemed to be staring at the magic square, not paying you any attention.
Fwuffy knew what to say in times like this. It was the right thing to do.
You walked a few paces onto the wet grey ground before turning to face the lady and wait for her attention.
She was seemingly talking with big words you didn’t understand, but you nodded and listened.
You heard the words: floor, mat, gate, kipple, toys—
You got excited by “toys,” so you continued listening with a wide smile.
She kept talking without moving her face from the magic square.
Lady not-mummeh mentioned other fluffies, and you shook your head—
you, of course, would also want to help these fluffies.
New fwiends are always nice.
After a long time—long enough that fwuffy’s shadow had moved a little—
the lady finally took down her phone, surprised to still see you there.
Her look was one of confusion and annoyance.
“You can go now,” she said, stepping past you and locking up.
You made a quick trot to keep pace with the lady.
“Fwuffeh want tu hewp! Hewp othew fwuffies!”
Her eyes narrowed at you, and the wind seemed to stop blowing your way.
“I don’t need a fluffy, and I don’t want a fluffy. I’m too old.”
One of your many programmed instincts kicked in,
and you seemed to say without meaning to:
“Nevew tu owd fu fwuffies!”
You said it with such pride, conviction, and ignorance.
She stopped and turned to you.
She made eye contact—
and you saw her…
Annoyed. She looked annoyed.
You had been walking for a little while.
You looked around: a grey wall behind you, cars passing behind her.
You knew the vroom vroom monstas didn’t go off the road,
so you needed to stay on the path like homins do.
She looked behind her, then over the small, chest-high wall and said:
“Fluffy… can you fly?” she asked in a sing-song voice.
She seemed to have cheered up.
“No, mish. Fwuffeh am Unicown, not Pegasi.”
The not-mummeh’s eyes squinted.
“Oh, you are,” she said after a pause.
“Can you do magic?”
You quickly admitted,
“Fwuffeh no can do majic. Fwuffeh twy and only gets head huwties…”
Her look of disappointment grew, and she only said one thing:
“I’ll use magic to help you fly. All you need to do is come back to me… okay?”
Her look and voice were deadpan and serious—
but her words gave you hope.
“Fwuffeh twy! Twy go good for not-mummeh!”
he spouted before realizing his mistake.
Before he could correct himself,
she had him in her hands.
Instinctively, he hugged the hands—
but then felt a rush.
When he opened his eyes—
he was flying.
He flew over the wall and down,
toward the river.
Over what seemed like a bridge.
Fwuffeh was so happy to fly—
he had to fly back and thank not-mummeh—
SPLASH…