A long, time ago in the town called 'Fur Town'; lived a mother and a father, with a beautiful daughter, one parent is a basketball-themed dog; with floppy, yellow, downward, ears, and short-haired, dark orange body, with jet black stripes running down it's streaky, well-kept fur, and he was a kind-hearted father, and very gentle with others.
Though, the mother, on the other hand, is a nasty cat; with her ears held high with her ego and confidence as she proudly steps with a smug, sharped grin plastered acrossed her face, with the top half of her glass-like fur looking like millions of small needles that can jab into you and cut you into pieces with one single swoop, and the lower half of her fur looking like a rich, creamy smoothie, like one expensive drink that you could never afford on that one sunny day, mixed with a small amount of blue inside of it, like someone mistakenly dropped a blueberry or two inside, finishing off her look with a classy, red bowtie, her attitude is just like her looks, sharp and frightening to all, all but her family, she's only delicate to them.
Though there UPS and downs, the family grew well and strong, and when Wambou, there daughter, had to move out for her college, she was hugged by teary-eyed, sad, family and friends, she spent a night with them, and set off to her own journey. After a few grueling years she finally went out and celebrated to herself with a cup of coffee....
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