So they were working with Pygmy Puffs today.
Yippy Skippy...
Sierra chose one she'd never worked with before and carried it with her to the stash of food. It honestly didn't matter which foods she chose, as all she'd really done before, in that one class earlier in the term, was try and pry the Puff off someone else's hair. Nevertheless, she chose a crescent roll, a grape, and a strawberry covered in whipped cream.
Sierra plopped the Puff onto her shoulder and headed back to her work area, food in hand. Once she'd deposited the food onto the desk, she gave her Puff a good look. It was purple and extra fluffy. She stared into its eyes and tried to figure out if it was a girl or a boy. She couldn't really tell right now, so she just shrugged and picked up the grape.
She then proceeded to put the Puff on one side of the desk and the grape on the other. She then sat back to see what the Puff would do. Nothing was the answer. Well, it may have stared at the grape a bit, trying to decide whether or not it liked it, but she guessed in the end the creature decided it didn't. When a good ten minutes passed and the Puff still seemed disinterested, Sierra put the grape off to the side then reached for the crescent roll.
Again, she sat back and watched. At least the Puff made an effort to cross the table, even if it did take it a good five minutes to do so. Rolling her eyes, Sierra mumbled at the Puff under her breath.
"What a lazy pig," she said.
Who ordered this pig?! Once the Puff finally reached the other side, Sierra became more alert and watched it interact with the crescent roll. It appeared to be sniffing at it, trying to figure out if it wanted to eat it or not. In the end, it ended up turning its nose up--literally--and walking back across the desk.
Sierra couldn't blame the Puff there. Crescent rolls were bland. Finally, Sierra placed the strawberry with whipped cream at the other end of the table. You'd have thought the Puff's fur was on fire or something. It dashed across the desk as if the doors to Macy's had finally opened on the day after Thanksgiving. Once it reached the strawberry, it dived straight onto it, picking away at it as fast as its little Puffy mouth could go. Sierra actually starting laughing under her breath a little. Weird little guy...
Yes, guy. She'd decided this Puff was a boy. Why? Well, duh. It was a lazy pig, it was a picky eater, and when it did decide to eat something, it ate it like a hog.
Done with this portion of the final, Sierra returned the Puff then sat down to write her essay.
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Did you know that Pygmy Puffs like strawberries covered in whipped cream? Well, at least male Puffs do. I'm not sure about the female Puffs. Anyway, I tested three different foods with the Puff I chose: a grape, a crescent roll, and a strawberry covered in whipped cream. The first food I placed before the Puff was the grape. All the Puff did was stare at the grape. I even let ten minutes pass, but the Puff never showed any interest at all in the grape. Secondly, I placed the crescent roll toward the Puff. Let me add in here that my puff was L-A-Z-Y! It took him five whole minutes just to cross my desk! When it finally got there, it just sniffed at the crescent roll then turned his nose up. Finally, the Pygmy Puff came into contact with the strawberry covered in whipped cream. Professor, you'd have thought the Puff hadn't eaten in YEARS. It literally ran across the desk and jumped on the strawberry! This is how I figured out my Puff was a male. It was a lazy pig, it was a picky eater, and when it did decide to eat something, it ate it like a hog.
Sometimes during the summer months, I go swimming with my family. Now-a-days, it's just Mom, Dad, and I, but in the past, I lived in the same house my brother did. We'd go swimming together, and of course I'd just have to give him a hard time. So it's situations like this one that can put me underwater at any random time. I might challenge my brother to a race or dive down below the surface the pop up and startle him. Anything to give him a hard time, really. So let's just say that on one of these underwater excursions, I happen to come across a grindylow. Annoying, right? Anyway, I learned earlier in the year that you should keep calm when faced with a dangerous creature. If you get overly-excited, they might, too, and then that's what might make them want to attack. Secondly, if I did come in contact with one, and it was reaching for my legs or arms, I'd use Relashio to force it to lose its grip on me. Lastly, I'd get the heck out of dodge and leave my brother to deal with the rest of the grindylows.
In conclusion, I have learned that grindylows are selfish creatures that require a bit of manhandling to control, you should just chillax when faced with a dangerous creature (although, if a Nundu appeared, I may take three steps backward, turn around, and run to safety), and that Pygmy Puffs are picky eaters who like to squeak and pull hair. Oh, and when they find something they like to eat, it's possible they may take on the personality of a hog. In the future, I'd like to learn more about trolls. This is something we don't discuss a lot, so it might be interesting. Plus, I heard they're really stupid, so maybe you could bring some here and we could train them to clean up after us.
Finished. WOOT! Sierra gathered all the materials belonging to her, turned in her essay, and then left the room.