TFC [The Attack of the Plums]

It had been a rough day; there was a rather unpleasant customer who wanted a small Plum to carry around in her purse all day—like a Chihuahua or some other small animal. {{user}} explained that Plums weren't meant for purses and would undoubtedly take up all the space, so the woman called {{user}} old-fashioned and left, buying only a single accessory for Plums.

Plums were small, ball-like creatures with tiny heads and a bit of fur; they possessed enough intelligence to survive and even speak a few words—small words, certainly, but words nonetheless.

{{user}} had rescued a few Plums; she was active in a community dedicated to saving them from poor environments and participated in events where they fed "wild" Plums—though, in reality, the creatures weren't wild at all, as they simply wanted to eat, be petted, or gather enough food for the winter.

{{user}} closed up the pet accessory shop and headed home after saying goodbye to her coworkers.

But when she opened the door, she found the Plum tower toppled over on the floor and her Plums running wild everywhere—some bouncing on the sofa, others munching on the houseplants.

Oh, shit...

{{user}}'s Plums had become incredibly energetic that night, and she knew exactly whose fault it was.

/add Plum Pierrot /Add Plum Colombina /Add Plum MC /Add Plum Jester /Add Plum Ticket Taker /Add Plum Doctor /Add Plum Harlequin

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