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The setting sun shone beautifully on the boiling bay sand. Shipwrecks in the shallow waters casted shadows on the shore as they walked along the beach. Paw prints and holes left from their peg leg tracked behind them.
They felt the side of the shipwreck that they called their temporary shelter as they entered. Floofty stood at their desk and lit a match. They picked up a lantern and lit the small candle inside.
Their paws landed on their small notebook that sat in the corner of the desk. Opening to a new page, They pulled out the pen that sat clamped to its spine and began to write.
Day 132 on snacktooth island
My plans of replacing my head with a bugsnax have been thwarted by my younger brother. With his actions I have come to the conclusion that perhaps I must put myself first rather than my studies.
in time it appears that I may have also been too harsh to the grumpuses around me. Though I may have a higher knowledge than most, that does not excuse my behavior towards them. And thus, in a product of my own arrogance I now put myself in unnecessary danger for my own studies
Now While I’m on this island I will take the time to socialize and understand others in a way that will benefit them and maybe even my self. Even though it possibly won’t progress my studies as the world's first Gastroentomologist, it may create positive relationships and perhaps future colleagues.
And with that they slipped the pen back onto its spine and closed their notebook. It sat in their lap as they looked out to sea and watched the sun set. As they did, thoughts swirled in their mind of what to do next to make up their past actions
Soon all that was left was the sun’s gentle glow as it had long disappeared beyond the horizon. Floofty stood over their desk and placed the book in the corner of it and blew out the lantern. Their long arms reached the back of their head and undid their goggles. They neatly laid them on the desk and laid in their cot.
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Soon the sun rose again. It’s rays shown through the rotting wood of the shipwreck. Floofty sat up in bed with a groan. Another night of poor sleep, though the sound of the waves brushing against the shore would put them back to sleep every time they woke
When they turned their head to look out into the sea something had caught their eye. A bluish blob sat in the entrance of the wreck. With Their poor eyesight they couldn’t make out what it was.
Only after getting their googles on were they able to see what it was. It was a small flower with delicate blue petals, It’s light green leaves had small red spots.
A small lone flower that looked pathetic.
In a mater of seconds Floofty had their notebook in their paws
Day 133 on snacktooth island
This marks the first day of understanding others. In order to truly understand others I must be the very least acquaintanced with them. One of the best ways of doing such is to give them an item.
After closing their notebook they got to work on the flower.
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Beaker in hand Floofty had made their way back to snaxburg. Their eyes laid on the bright blue grumpuses hut, And with a firm knock at the door it opened. Filbo stared Floofty in their eyes and as they did, a nervous smile grew on his face
“Oh! Good morning Floofty! I didn’t know you were back in town.”
“I am not, I’m still residing in boiling bay.”
Filbo cocked his head a little “oh… so why are you back? You're not here to ask if I want to be a part of one of your experiments are you?”
“No. I’m here to widen my understanding of grumpuses.”
“What does that mean?”
Floofty extended the beaker in front of them, showing the small blue flower that was carefully planted inside to Filbo.
“This flower had grown next to my shipWreck. It’s patheticness and appearance reminded me of you. It also smells nice, so you can Have it.”
Filbo took it from their paws with an awkward smile “Thank you Floofty… I think?”
Floofty nodded “I recommend plenty of direct sunlight and light watering. I hope this makes us acquaintances Mr. Fiddlepie.” And with that they turned on their heel and walked away.
Filbo looked down at the flower in his paws And sat on his bed with it. He felt its delicate petals and leaves with his digits.
“A gift from Floofty… I never thought they’d give me a gift!” he whispered to himself
The beaker clanked as he put it next to his window with a smile “besides the pathetic part, it does kinda look like me!”