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Description
Freckles
Age requirements: 1 week (PROOF: "D.O.B: 25 June" ).
Drawing requirements: Draw your Wyngro being embarrassed about something!

Slight follow up to this .
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What Phea learnt from the first few days of keeping a puckoo as a pet was that other than wandering and seeking for food, the only thing puckoos seemed to do all day was poop. Since Rosie couldn't really wander anywhere due to her leg, or seek for food since Phea brought her dozens of rocks all the time, pooping was the only thing she was able to do by herself. Unfortunately for Phea, she was the one to deal with it. When Phea could no longer stand looking at Rosie walking in her own filth, she took the box outside and cleaned it. She also cleaned Rosie and stuffed her bed with more grass. The problem was that it is impossible to clean the muck without getting any on yourself, and this is just what happened to Phea. By then, however, Phea was completely oblivious to the smell after dealing with the stink for the majority of the day, and waded back into the nook without a second thought.

At first, Phea didn't notice all the hushed whispers from the wynglings around her, and continued walking. However, after seeing this happen with every wyngling she passed by, Phea began to suspect something was up. She turned around and noticed the trail of mud and muck she was leaving behind her, and looked at her own claws and paws, thick with layers of the brown stuff. Her heart froze in her chest. What was Alma going to say? She scanned the corridor in silent panic, looking around for something to clean the muck, but there was nothing. She decided to look for a cloth in the kitchen, to clean herself and her muddy prints before Alma could see. She rounded the corner, praying that Alma wasn't in the kitchen... and ran into an orange wyngling.

SMASH!!!

"Sorry! Sorry!" Phea gabbed in a rush, but the orange wyngling didn't seem to listen; instead, he was dusting himself off in disgust, and rearranging his lopsided specs. "What do you think you're doing?" The orange wyngling said harshly once he was done. Phea suddenly became self-consious and gulped.

"Sorry again..I-I was just going to the kitchen.." Phea stammered, just as the orange wyngling wrinkled his face with revulsion.

"What is that smell!?" The orange wyngling proclaimed, a little too loudly. A few wynglings began crowding around to see what the commotion was. The orange wyngling looked at Phea's trail of muck, then at her dirty claws and paws.

"I-I didn't mean to-" Phea was cut off again.

"You are disgusting! You ran into me with your...filth!!" The orange wyngling yelled shrilly, looking at Phea as if she were something a coatala dragged in. The small crowd of wynlings was growing rapidly and Phea could hear snickers and mutters around her. "You probably full of diseases!! Were you raised in a BARN!?"

"I am sorry," Phea whispered and as she walked by, the orange wyngling jumped away as if she were poisonous, then sat and stared at her through narrow eyes. Phea could feel her face burning as the snickers behind her grew into cruel laughter. At that moment, Phea wanted to hide in the deepest darkest place of the nook and never come out. Phea didn't like being the center of attention, even if it were positive.

"Muck Butt," someone sneered from behind her, and a loud burst of laughter arose as the wyngling crowd disparted. And for what purpose was that? Thought Phea, for there wasn't even a cloth to be found in the kitchen.

(593 words)
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(Sorry I don't know if I got Laslow's personality right..)

Phea's gotton a well-earned nickname: Muck Butt

She hates wyngrew calling her that and will get upset if anyone calls her that.

She's also more self-consious and will try her hardest to not get muddy.

OVERALL RESULT:

+ 10 hygiene
- 10 confidence
+ 1000000000 sensitive
+ 1 nickname
+ 1 freckles

Laslow belongs to

- 1 gift (1)
- 2 fullbodies (4)

5/60

Description
Freckles
Age requirements: 1 week (PROOF: "D.O.B: 25 June" ).
Drawing requirements: Draw your Wyngro being embarrassed about something!

Slight follow up to this .
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What Phea learnt from the first few days of keeping a puckoo as a pet was that other than wandering and seeking for food, the only thing puckoos seemed to do all day was poop. Since Rosie couldn't really wander anywhere due to her leg, or seek for food since Phea brought her dozens of rocks all the time, pooping was the only thing she was able to do by herself. Unfortunately for Phea, she was the one to deal with it. When Phea could no longer stand looking at Rosie walking in her own filth, she took the box outside and cleaned it. She also cleaned Rosie and stuffed her bed with more grass. The problem was that it is impossible to clean the muck without getting any on yourself, and this is just what happened to Phea. By then, however, Phea was completely oblivious to the smell after dealing with the stink for the majority of the day, and waded back into the nook without a second thought.

At first, Phea didn't notice all the hushed whispers from the wynglings around her, and continued walking. However, after seeing this happen with every wyngling she passed by, Phea began to suspect something was up. She turned around and noticed the trail of mud and muck she was leaving behind her, and looked at her own claws and paws, thick with layers of the brown stuff. Her heart froze in her chest. What was Alma going to say? She scanned the corridor in silent panic, looking around for something to clean the muck, but there was nothing. She decided to look for a cloth in the kitchen, to clean herself and her muddy prints before Alma could see. She rounded the corner, praying that Alma wasn't in the kitchen... and ran into an orange wyngling.

SMASH!!!

"Sorry! Sorry!" Phea gabbed in a rush, but the orange wyngling didn't seem to listen; instead, he was dusting himself off in disgust, and rearranging his lopsided specs. "What do you think you're doing?" The orange wyngling said harshly once he was done. Phea suddenly became self-consious and gulped.

"Sorry again..I-I was just going to the kitchen.." Phea stammered, just as the orange wyngling wrinkled his face with revulsion.

"What is that smell!?" The orange wyngling proclaimed, a little too loudly. A few wynglings began crowding around to see what the commotion was. The orange wyngling looked at Phea's trail of muck, then at her dirty claws and paws.

"I-I didn't mean to-" Phea was cut off again.

"You are disgusting! You ran into me with your...filth!!" The orange wyngling yelled shrilly, looking at Phea as if she were something a coatala dragged in. The small crowd of wynlings was growing rapidly and Phea could hear snickers and mutters around her. "You probably full of diseases!! Were you raised in a BARN!?"

"I am sorry," Phea whispered and as she walked by, the orange wyngling jumped away as if she were poisonous, then sat and stared at her through narrow eyes. Phea could feel her face burning as the snickers behind her grew into cruel laughter. At that moment, Phea wanted to hide in the deepest darkest place of the nook and never come out. Phea didn't like being the center of attention, even if it were positive.

"Muck Butt," someone sneered from behind her, and a loud burst of laughter arose as the wyngling crowd disparted. And for what purpose was that? Thought Phea, for there wasn't even a cloth to be found in the kitchen.

(593 words)
______________________________________________________________

(Sorry I don't know if I got Laslow's personality right..)

Phea's gotton a well-earned nickname: Muck Butt

She hates wyngrew calling her that and will get upset if anyone calls her that.

She's also more self-consious and will try her hardest to not get muddy.

OVERALL RESULT:

+ 10 hygiene
- 10 confidence
+ 1000000000 sensitive
+ 1 nickname
+ 1 freckles

Laslow belongs to

- 1 gift (1)
- 2 fullbodies (4)

5/60