It was a bright morning in June when the men in white came to town. Each year, they round up as many feral fluffies as they can find, and load them into their large truck. Of course, the herds are naturally suspicious, but these are fluffies we’re talking about. The mere promise of spaghetti brings down all their defenses. Hundreds of herds are taken across the country, and although the majority of them are killed quickly, 100 fluffies each year are chosen. These can be any kind of fluffies, regardless of breed, herd status, colour, or form of fluffy. These 100 have a far different fate set aside for them.
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In case some of the chapters lookout of order, it’s because I forgot to include my name in the title. I fixed this from newest post to oldest, causing the issue.
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