Well, I really like furbys... But I will tell you a story I wrote
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Along time ago, when I was about 9, I went out to buy a furby. It was actually a year ago, but oh well!
I brang this furby everywhere, and I fed it when it was hungry. I never left the house without him!
A year later, I found my furby, sitting all alone on a shelf. It had been turned off, and through hard times.
I felt really bad. So I took him down, and turned him on. Suddenly- His eyes turned the shade red, and I could hear a cough coming from behind me...
I looked behind me, and to my suprise, was Caramel (my Furby) my size!
" You left me! Why did you leave me on the shelf!?! " He said with a croaky voice. I was terified.
" I-i-i... " I started. "WHY!" He yelled, " I don't know..."
I really didn't know why I left him there, and I was sorry. I looked inside the angry furby's eyes, and I could see hurt eyes.
All I knew was it would probuly make him and me feel better... I hugged him. I squeezed him, and I wouldn't let go.
"May-May?" The Furby asked sweetly... " May-May!" I replied.
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