Frisbee the Canisqua's journal entry, page 1

Tue, September 28, 2021

My hoard with Candy-Cander

Today, Feathercreek sent me on a hoard... Not that it's special or anything. Having the noble role of a Starter Pet, I was always sent on hoards. Not gonna lie, but they're actually pretty fun. It's a time when I can be myself. Well, a few days ago I found a Ponyata egg, and it hatched. Y'know, the creature looks silly. All those colorful frills, and the smell! She smells like so may sweets, it burns the nose! I still don't understand why Feathercreek was so excited when I brought Candy-Cander home. Aren't I enough? Why can't we just enjoy the pats and balls and slobbery happiness in peace? Well anyway, we were sent on a hoard together. Come to admit it, the journey was pretty fun... just don't tell anyone, okay? Well, this time we decided to explore the fields. Maybe the annoying Ponyata would start smelling like a normal Pixpet after this. On the way, Candy-Cander found a spot where there was no grass and it seemed like the dirt was fresh. With the help of my (totally excellent) digging skills, we found some Pixcoins. Looks like some other hoarders had buried it for later and forgot about their stash. Well, finders keepers losers weepers! Candy-Cander seemed a bit anxious about taking the coins, but I talked her into it. We split the money: 8 PC for her, and 22 PC for me. After some arguments, I got persuaded by Candy-Cander to leave 10 Pixcoins behind, in case the Pixpet who his them would come back. So, we left with me only having 12 coins. Puny number, eh? But I don't want to be kicked in the rump by some kind of horse and pinata mix. We also found some items, which we carefully stuffed into the spare capsules that the Ponyata had with her. When we were finished, she took the magenta capsule and I took the rest - 2 blue ones and a neutral capsule, which had a handled plant pot inside. It looked pretty. Having so much stuff, we decided to head back home. I couldn't carry any more - the Pixcoins were in my mouth, and I was trying really hard to balance the balance the rest on my head and back. It was easy for Candy-Cander though, all she had to do was swallow everything, because, being part pinata, she could always just rip open. It didn't hurt her at all. Lucky. Well, on the way back, we found two pumpkin fertilizers in the bushes, and one of them was something that slowed the growing process down. What use was that? I quickened my pace. I didn't want anything else to carry. We were nearing home now. In the distance, I could even see the hazy form of our cozy Starter's Hut. It was small, but comfy. Just enough space for me, Feathercreek, and my love. But when Candy-Cander came, It became crowded. I shouldn't have taken her egg home that day... A gasp interrupted my thoughts. Behind me, I saw a magenta colored egg with some darker colored dots, cradled in the soft grass. A Fluffpaxa. I must have stepped over it without noticing. Gently picking it up, Candy-Cander stroked it with a hoof and stretched out her arms, giving the egg to me. I understood. She didn't want to cover the egg in spit by swallowing it. After sniffing it all over, I tried my best to stash it into my fur. The egg was heavy. With a start, I remembered Feathercreek's inventory. Our house was small, and we already had four eggs. A Rootax, a Nightshade Sunobra, an Antabir, a Feliphene.... And now a Fluffpaxa. Telling her to hurry, we went forward. I knew that Candy-Cander was also getting tired. After what felt like hours but was probably only five minutes, we came home. Feathercreek was kneeling over the pumpkin spots, probably planting something. When she saw us, she instantly ran over, cooing and making those weird human noises. She rummaged through my fur, finding the egg. Beaming now, she watched as I spit out the capsules and coins. Baring her teeth in an excited way (humans have weird ways of showing their feelings), she took me into her arms, carried me home, and gave me some bone-shaped treats. That was delicious. But instead of plopping onto my doggy bed, I trotted back out, watching as Candy-Cander purposely ripped open her side (which was made almost entirely of paper), and everything tumbled out. Fathercreek still looked nervous, because even though it would naturally grow back in an hour and she had done this many times, it was still unsettling to see a living being ripping themselves open. Candy-Cander lay on her side, panting, and slowly stood up, shaking herself. She would have to rest for an hour, but everything was okay.