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Issue: 825 | 27th day of Eating, Y20 |
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Short Stories
 | Taking FlightWhen this story took place, before customizable pets, wings were procured only by the rare acquisition of a paint brush.
by meridaquan |  | Feeding Mr. ScaryA Baabaa darted out of the old barn screaming for dear life. Its bleating screech pierced the ears of a Usul nearby. "What's the matter?" she said as the Baabaa slowed down to a wobble. T
by likelife96 |  | A Difference of Opinion“Many years ago, faerieland was in the clouds, high above Neopia. It was a city up in the clouds, kept aloft by the air faeries. Then one day it fell.” An indignant Christmas lutari quickly interjected, “I know, I know! It wasn’t that long ago, I remember it.”
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The Devilpuss: Is it the Petpet for you?
Need a new Petpet? Missing a special little critter in your life? Searching for something to test your mettle? Why not get yourself a Devilpuss!!
These pink little monsters are the perfect addition to any home - I should know, I have an army of over 1000 of them!! I’ve been collecting Devilpusses (or Devilpi, as I like to call them) for many years and have grown to know their quirks quite well. If you’re thinking about getting one, check out this handy guide to see if it’s really the Petpet for you.
Part 1: What is a Devilpuss?
The Devilpuss is a small, pink Petpet found across central Neopia. They originated in the Haunted Woods, and are officially classed as Spooky Petpets, but they found in many other regions, and can have slight regional variances. Although no one knows for sure where the Devilpuss originated from, some speculate that they came into being as a result ...
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 Tales and Details
Great fiction writers are some of the best magicians of our time. With a wave of their pens and some magic words – Presto! – the faeries suddenly dance and sway to the swirling voice of the wind as it passes through trees in the heart of the glade one Summer day. “Not to your liking?” with a flick of the wrist, a planet stops spinning and bursts open like a party popper, raining streaks of bits and rockets unto an unsuspecting sun.
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