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Without Love, You Will Always Be Poor by MiniHouseMouse |
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Her bright blue eyes beamed as she fixed on the teddy bear's nose. She loved this job. Her silky auburn hair in two braids hung loosely by her shoulders. "I love this job" she thought to herself, "just knowing that some pet will be able to enjoy the toys that I make for them." She was a Young Earth Faerie, about fourteen, who loved to help her mother make toys for all the little Neopian pets that lived in the world. She smiled as she added the finishing touches to this fuzzie bear she was making. She had made a few fuzzie bears before, but this one was special. It was her best yet, his cheeks rosy with delight. Its little eyes glistened. Its face showed a happy expression, his white fur was warm and soft. With all her heart, the earth Faerie, Kiera, hoped that this fuzzie bear would have a good home. The next day, the toys were shipped into the shops. A boy named Brien once entered the shop wizard's tent, asking the Jubjub to search for a bear for his dear little NeoPet. He came up with a few answers, one of them a Fuzzie Bear for only 99 NP. He despised cute things, but he thought his Shoyru would like it, but just to make sure, he told the shop wizard to search for "bear" just one more time. And this time, the Shop Wizard came up with something different. "Broken Fuzzie Bear, 999 NP. Broken Fuzzie Bear, 1,800 NP. Broken Fuzzie Bear, 1,999 NP...." Brien's mind raced. He rushed to a shop and bought the fuzzie bear. He gave the little bear to his pet, telling him he'd buy him another one if it broke, and that toys sometimes get bent up, and it was okay and not to worry. Flamedancer, the red Shoyru, thought this truly was strange. Day after day, Flamedancer carried around his Fuzzie bear. The pet liked him, pretty much, and was fond of his new toy. But over the weeks, he grew tired of it, and it dragged on the ground as the toy became tattered and torn. He was dirty and his stitches were coming loose. These were not signs of love, but ignorance and lack of attention. Brien's plan was working. Once as Flamedancer played hide and go seek with Brien, Fuzzie's head came off, allowing some of the stuffing to fall out. His face became lopsided, and now instead of a grin on his face, it looked like a solemn expression. Brien grabbed the teddy from Flamedancer and said he would buy him a new one. Brien put the teddy in his shop window with a big tag on it, marked "2,000 NP". A group of young teenage Faeries walked past the shop. Some were giggling, some were talking about when they had almost been caught, some were just walking. A young Earth Faerie tagged along the back of the group. This young Faerie was Kiera. She gasped as she saw the familiar face in the window. It was the same Fuzzie Bear she had made, not more than 2 months ago. Its cheeks, no longer rosy, but were frayed, and brown from dirt and dust. His head was coming part-way off, his stuffing trailing out, making his head lopsided and making him look as if he were frowning, unlike the jolly expression he had worn earlier. Its tiny nose was about to fall off, and his paws were torn and old. This bear had cuddled its last friend. She only had a few NP. She went home, and too the wheel of excitement. She only had 250 NP, but she had to take the chance. She handed a light Faerie 100 NP. She spun the wheel ... it landed on 5000 NP! She took the money and thanked the Faerie She rushed back to the store and quickly bought back the mistreated teddy. She washed him, and added extra stuffing to make him even more fluffy. She added color to its cheeks using her mother's staff, and made his shining black, beady eyes look clean as new. He looked better then he ever had before. Somehow the news got around to Brien. He later apologized to Kiera and Flamedancer. He has learned that money isn't everything, and without love, you are poor. The same Fuzzie Bear was sent back to the toy store, but he looked a little different. On his chest was a heart, stitched their by Kiera. A tiny scroll was tied to his left paw, a poem written in minute letters: "I am a pet that you don't have to feed, The End |
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