perfect, everything is prefect
you sit back and admire your work as a thanksgiving meal is laid out on your table. you have no one to share it with but that’s ok, you and your fluffys will feast tonight. speaking of which you’ve been waiting for this all year.
all six of you fluffs waddle in smelling the pure tastiness of your hard work.
“hey guys”
“hewwo daddeh am it nummie time?”
“not only that its also thanksgiving, you know what that means”
they al gasp, they’ve been preparing all year, its pushed the limits of their tiny brains but they know what to do.
they quickly arrange themselves in postion and begin.
“we gut gweens bweaans pwotwatoes toematwoes,” one starts
“wam wamb bawky munstah, hwog,”
then the biggest belts out “U NWAME WIT, mmh U NWAME WIT”
the otheres perfrom their simple dancie babbeh dance and occasionally babble about “nummies”
you sit back to enjoy the show. life is good