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 | A Post-Fyora FaerielandAn Investigation on life on the ground like for Faerieland residents Post-Void, and Post-Fyora.
by the_academy_awards |  | In Her Own Time and ColourIt was a beautiful day in Neopia Central. Blue skies, green grass, the blinding white of resident smiles. This was the region at its best, but it had been so long since the sun shone down on it.
by thejulyninth |  | Frank’s Big DayFrank the Meepit loved his new paint job. Red was a very suitable colour for a Petpet in the Haunted Woods, and he thought it made him more noticeable, which was definitely what an artist wanted.
by faeriequeenoffire |  | The White Weewoo and the Black GathowOn a large and beautiful farm, there was a huge herd of Babaa Petpets. The entire area was surrounded by a vast orchard filled with fruit trees.
by garibaldo__ |  | King Skarl’s Big AdventureKing Skarl slouched on his throne, staring moodily at the Yellow Lupe who stood hopefully before him. The Lupe shuffled his feet and smiled nervously. Hesitantly, he spoke. Collab with firefoxtails
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"The White Weewoo and the Black Gathow" by garibaldo__
On a large and beautiful farm, there was a huge herd of Babaa Petpets. The entire area was surrounded by a vast orchard filled with fruit trees. From the entrance of the farm all the way to the great gate, there was a row of coconut trees on both sides, overflowing with ripe coconuts. One day, the cook went to pick spherical strawberries to make a delicious pie, the strawberry mince pie. It was the favourite pie of everyone who lived there. She carried a little basket with her and returned with it full of ripe, bright red spherical strawberries. While preparing the tasty strawberry mince pie, she listened to the songs of the birds delighting themselves with the coconuts and the fruits of that wonderful place. There was a White Weewoo that perched on her window every single day. He was very used to her and did not mind being fed directly from her hand. He was a beautiful bird! The magic of his song brought her peace and joy every day. It was sweet and gentle, like the soft chime of a waterfall flowing through the silence of nature, creating a spectacular symphony that soothed the heart and uplifted the soul. The song of the Weewoo made her feel as though she could travel across the entire valley without ever leaving her place. In that house, there also lived a Petpet, the black Gathow, a very clever little cat who loved chasing the Babaas around, making them run desperately all over the farm. It was his favourite pastime: scaring the lovely Babaas, until one day...
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 The Mysterious Affair at Gremble Arms
"So, Tyra,” the Pink Cybunny said. She had introduced herself to the rest of the table as Cherry while they were awaiting the dessert course that, ten minutes later, still hadn’t arrived, and she was obviously growing bored...
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