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"Goodnight, Kadoatie" by neopartia
All his life, as long as he could remember, there had been one thing that Clove wanted more than anything: a Kadoatie.
Sure; he was barely more than a child, so that technically wasn’t a very long time from an outsider’s perspective, but it felt like quite a very long time indeed to young Clove.
In reality, it quite likely started when he was just a baby Wocky. He had never liked the dark, but he would often feel embarrassed about sleeping with the lights on. Whenever his mother would see the embarrassment get to him, she would give him a reassuring smile and pull out his Petpet picture book, rereading his favourite page about how Kadoaties wail endlessly when the lights are out. He had always dreamed that one day, he would get his own Petpet Kadoatie, and then he would have an excuse to keep the lights on.
And today was finally the day. After days of pressing his face into the Petpet Shop in the hopes of seeing a Kadoatie for sale, the owner had finally taken pity on him and offered him a job helping out around the store. He had spent the last few weeks sweeping and mopping and feeding and cleaning (and claw-dodging, occasionally) but today was it: Payday.
Clove barely paused to chew his breakfast, hardly noticing the cereal spilt through the kitchen in his wake before he bolted out the door and ran to the Petpet shop.
“Good morning Vicki how are you is my paycheck ready!” he nearly yelled in his excitement, bouncing excitedly from paw to paw. Vicki, the kind Usul shopkeeper, laughed warmly. “Good morning, Clove. I’m well, thank you. I assume you’re here for this?” she brandished an envelope out of her apron.
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