There is a story told by children.
A story of a green rag doll toy that resembles that of a rabbit.
How he comes and goes then you are not looking.
You know when he is near with his childish laughter.
The children say he talks to them.
Helping and comforting them when they need it.
He protects them from the scary monsters that lie under their beds.
And then the child is safe he goes to the next, then the next, and the next.
The children know that when they hear his childish laughter, they are safe.
The toy name is Mr. Fluffy.
And he is here to stay.
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There is a story told by adults
A story of a green rag doll toy that resembles that of a rabbit.
How he comes and goes then you are not looking.
You know when he is near with his childish laughter.
The adults say they hear their children talk to it, as if it is listening to them.
Feeling watched and observed whenever near it.
It will hide in place where you least expect it.
Beware the rabbit that protects them.
Because if you are not careful, you’ll be his next victim.
The toy name is Mr. Fluffy.
And he is here to stay.
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Mr. Fluffy
FanfictionNot everything is what it appears to be. A folks tale told and forgotten over the ages, only to be remembered once more. Follow the journey of the UA Students, staffs and others to uncover the mystery and truth behind the story of Mr. Fluffy. Note:...
