You are… well you don’t have a name yet, in fact you can’t even see yet but you can hear a man’s deep yet silky smooth voice .
“I didn’t expect this when I put my name in the raffle.”
You hear a woman’s voice respond in a very concerned manner.
“Burgess… I understand you were hoping for the Henry rifle but did you even look at the other possible prizes?”
Burgess… that must be the name of the man. Your new Daddeh!?
You chirp excitedly in response to this possibility.
The woman starts trying to talk Daddeh into giving you to someone else.
“Burgess… please that little foal was raffled away because the organizers thought only hugboxers were attending the wedding. She was meant to be someone’s pet , my mom won the rifle I’m sure she’d be willing to make the trade given the circumstances.”
Daddeh sighs and takes a deep breath.
“Joey I’m not going to hurt her, I have a very specific type of fluffy I like to use for my stress relief and this one just doesn’t tick the boxes.
And even if she did , I can read the room.”
The woman’s tone becomes more calm.
“That’s a relief. Let me talk with my mom and we’ll make the trade.”
Daddeh’s voice becomes very gentle.
“I… you know what? Keep the rifle , given your run in with Skinderella you’re going to need it.”
You feel yourself being handed to another person. You assume it’s the woman he’s been talking to.
You hear a different woman’s voice similar to the first but older, more sure of herself.
“Thank you burgess .”
Daddeh says goodbye and you are left with this lady … you guess you’ll call her mummah.
You cuddle up to mummah and let out a soft , content (coo).
You feel mummah gently kiss your head.
“I never thought I’d see the day that I had my own Fluffy, (sigh) Duncan must be rubbing off on me. “
Mummah begins talking to you directly.
“You are going to need a name …Esther sounds good.”
Your start feeling sleepy as mummah talks .
“Now Esther I need you to grow up big and strong so that you can give me lots of -“
You don’t hear the last part, drifting off to sleep mid sentence.
