Sometimes I wonder how puffles can move stuff. The only possibility I could think of are telekinetic abilities!
Penguins talking:
"Say what!"
Puffles communicating:
What say?
My Dearest Owner: Chapter One
A Certain, Yet-Nameless Puffle's POV:
I was what they called a problem puffle.
Although I don't know what was wrong with being me, but obviously the penguins had their own opinion.
Presently I was being watched by two shop assistants as I mushed my face against the glass of the puffle pen and pulled rather ghastly faces.
It was my way of begging.
The (more pleasant) lime green penguin handed me a piece of paper he tore from his notebook and lent me his stubby pencil, which I accepted with glee.
"Here you go."
The other (not as nice) shop assistant, a hot pink penguin, shook her head when she noted how crazily I was dabbling away on the paper with the stub of a pencil and remarked, "That puffle's going to be a problem." I glared at her briefly. What she said afterwards I didn't notice. A Pink came over and peered at what I was doing with curiosity.
Please move. You're blocking my light.
It sidled to the right place and went on staring.
Thank you.
Then three Greens bounced over and crowded all around the paper without a regard to the poor Pink who got shoved to the side.
Hey, what's this?
It's an up-side down penguin!
No, it's not! It's a hat! It smells like one!
I got impatient and chased them.
A cheeky Red sped off with the pencil in its mouth. An Orange drooled on my paper.
I let out a stream of angry squeaks.
Argh, I give up!
Fuming, I storm-hopped into the darkest cubby-hole, only to find a Black already there.
Get lost, it grunted.
I glared.
...
It moved to one side grudgingly, letting me squish in beside it. And together, we proceeded to glower at the world sullenly.
"It's rather short-tempered," the pink penguin observed.
"Maybe that's what they call artistic temperament."
"What's that?"
"I'm not sure. I think it's something only artsy puffles have. Like, if you disrupt them while painting or drawing, they have the right to get really angry or moody and throw things around."
"Oh. That's problematic."
Just then, a purple penguin came in.
"How may I help you?" The green penguin asked politely.
The customer paused nervously.
"I want to adopt a puffle."
"Come on! Puffle line up!" The pink penguin hollered. We all stopped what we were doing and hopped into place. I glanced at Black's expression and tried copying it. Black scowled even more. I settled for the upper-lip pout.
"Would you like to take the quiz?"
"Next time, maybe. I just want to pick a puffle by my own choice."
The penguin waddled over to us and looked at each and everyone carefully. Her eyes stayed on Purple and Pink a bit longer than the rest.
"What's with the yellow puffle?" She asked suddenly. The assistants eyed each other.
"Problems," The pink one said frankly.
"Of the artistic temperament kind," The green one added in hastily. "Only temporary."
The penguin considered me and Purple.
"I'll choose..." she lifted her flipper slowly and pointed,"...that one."
I blinked. Me?
Black, who was nearby, muttered. Congrats.
I was surprised by it. Thank you.
"What are you going to name it?"
The green assistant asked as he took out the papers and accessories.
The penguin beamed at me.
"His name is Arty 'O Del."
I dropped my pout and grinned back.
I was a puffle with a name now!
I am Arty 'O Del, the first puffle of SugarAnne16!
Author's note:
The pink penguin's favorite word is 'problem', did you notice that? ^^
The names here are purely made up on the spot.