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So, the fennec is coming at you. It's tiny and wriggly and barely more than a baby. It's a fennec puppy. A fennec puppy, damn it. Just look at these merciless, hugglesome beasts:
It's a huggling monster. It is here to be huggled, and there is no way you can resist it.
So, what's the plan? If you were fennec-size, you could wrap around it and fall asleep. But you don't got that luxury. So what's left? Letting it stand on your palm with its tiny paws while you stroke its head until it falls asleep? On its back in your cupped hand, with its tummy available for tickling and its own toes to fascinate it? Or curled up on its side like a lovely fennec pudding? |
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