Why Fluffies tap their hooves by(that1hugboxer)

This is a continuation of Stevie’s new best friend by (that1hugboxer)

While staying at the Vanderholt farm I have noticed something that is universal among fluffies but is rarely if ever brought up in academic discussion . The hoof tap.

Nearly right out of the womb fluffies begin tapping their hooves.

In the eyes of a fluffy there is no punishment worse than losing their legs. Granted all living creatures have an inherent need for movement but fluffy’s once pillowed refuse to focus on anything other than their lack of limbs to the point of self induced insanity. But why?

It is a cruel practice among some fluffy owners to gaslight their fluffies into believing if they do or don’t do certain things that their missing limbs will return.

Out of curiosity I have interviewed over 300 owners of pillowed fluffies, asking them why they did it.

Nearly 1/4 of them said the act itself was done to stop the tapping sounds.

They insisted that the tapping sound was too much for them to bear for hours on end

I decided to have some tests run. Measuring the vibrations of fluffy hoof tapping.

The results were as follows

A single tap of a fluffies hoof produced 10s of thousands of tiny vibrations per second so minute in scale that they are almost inconsequential the average human.

But in groups of 50 or more the tapping becomes slightly irritating to the average person with the tolerability becoming less and less the more fluffies are added to the mix. At 2000 fluffies it becomes all but completely unbearable inducing not only physical nausea but also heightened aggression in both humans and fluffies alike.

This could possibly contribute to why so many people find it euphoric to cut off Fluffies limbs.

Oddly enough the people of camp Maureen can perceive it far more than even the most keen eared among the original sample group.

As a secondary experiment I tested the vibrations made by 100 randomly selected occupants of camp Maureen and 100 randomly selected people from the neighboring town of Harper valley.

I was not expecting results this conclusive. I even re ran the experiment with 2 new groups of randomly selected people from both the town and camp Maureen just to make sure our results weren’t an anomaly.
The results matched the first experiment exactly.

All 200 randomly selected residents of camp Maureen produced a similar frequency of multiple vibrations upon stomping their feet as those made by fluffies.

All 200 randomly selected residents of Harper valley produced standard vibrations upon stomping their feet.

The same test was performed while having the 200 camp Maureen residents stomp in unison and the results were compared to the 200 Harper valley residents

The stomping of camp Maureen residents was audibly more intense and difficult to listen to compared those of Harper valley residents.

Let me make this perfectly clear. The stomping of camp Maureen residents was not louder in volume. The frequency itself was simply more difficult to listen to. It caused all of my fellow researchers myself included to become irrationally agitated upon hearing it, to the point that none of us wanted to replay it. We pushed through despite not wanting to.

One of my fellow researchers had to leave the room during the second review.

The sound of just 200 camp Maureen residents stomping in unison was nearly as nausea inducing as the 2000 fluffies from the first experiment . One of the researchers who left the room was found banging his fist on the wall in an attempt to reset his equilibrium .

While reviewing the recording we received word from camp Maureen that a different frequency was being received originating from outside the camp. Upon hearing the transmission. Our blood ran cold. The frequency was producing a sound…. It was just on the cusp of what would and would not be recognizable as an animal call.

You had yourself and a group of fellow researchers dispatched to the origin point of the received frequency.

A small area outside of Harper valley an abandoned mall less than ten miles away from a place referred to by the locals as Geiswell acres.

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Stupid me didn’t include all the stories in the beginning

1 : Geiswell acres by (that1hugboxer)

2: Beneath Geiswell acres by (that1hugboxer)

3: There is no Geiswell acres by (that1hugboxer)

4: [Redacted] report 1 by (that1hugboxer)

5: The sons of 64 by (that1hugboxer)

6: The Klondike special by (that1hugboxer)

7: Guys night by (that1hugboxer)

8: G.I Hell gremlin by (that1hugboxer)

9: Ouida’s looking glass by (that1hugboxer)

10: More than meets the eye by (that1hugboxer)

11: [Redacted] report 2 by (that1hugboxer)

12: The hounds of ??? by (that1hugboxer)

13: The man named Skip (that1hugboxer)

14: Back in the skillet by(that1hugboxer)

15: To gaze upon them by (that1hugboxer)

16: Master of the Hounds by(that1hugboxer)

17:[Redacted] report 3 by(that1hugboxer)

18: Ms Lindberg by (That1hugboxer)

19: Operation shattered mirror by (that1hugboxer)

20 : A dime a dozen by(that1hugboxer)

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Oh, man, this is gonna be wild. :smiley: I need to know more!

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Quick question: on a scale of one to ten how big of a Stevie nicks fan is joey?

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Oh no…

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There are reasons she hides the posters from her mom.