I like to think that I know my pygmy puff very well. He's purple. And fuzzy. And I know he's a HEEE because he agrees with me. Besides, his name is Kent, and I'm pretty sure that's a guy's name. Anyways, it's been a day after the whole lesson thingy and Kent is doing fantabulously... other than the little fact that he STILL eats snot. I tried feeding him chocolate this time, instead of putting him in the bread basket... but the chocolate melted. And he didn't lick any of it. Not even the chocolate ON him. Do you understand how weird it is waking up in the middle of the night with a pygmy puff's tongue up your nose? Psht. It gave a whole new meaning to midnight snack. I wonder if Kent would eat boogies covered in chocolate... hmm.. I'll have to try that some time.

So Kent was on my head again. Today he decided to roll off of it. It wasn't fun. Especially since I trained him practically ALL of last year to balance on my head. Not my shoulder. The king of all pygmy puffs can't be COMMON and sit on a shoulder like every other pygmy puff. He was unique. Of course, Professor, you copied me so now he isn't so special. I now have to teach Kent how to do CARTWHEELS or something EPIC on my head. Maybe I can teach him how to sing. Can pygmy puffs sing? I think that I'll let Kent sleep in the chocolate basket tonight. That way he might eat some of the chocolate... ewwwwh... Clarke is totally trying to lick the chocolate off of Kent. I have to get Clarke before he does it... or he'll get sick. And probably Kent as well. I wonder what chocolate fur tastes like. Don't wanna try it. I'll find a firstie to try it some time.

link to my relevant post in the school... aka. the Girl Dormitories. For Slytherins.