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Once upon a time there was a shark so fluffy and chonk, they created their own
orbit. Space dust and rocks and aliens and stars would all line up to take
turns flying around this cuddlesphere.
One day the shark heard a sound. It was the saddest they had ever heard. A
hooman was crying and in pain. So the shark rushed to the sound to see if they
could help.
On the way to the sound, the shark hit a giant bear, and the two split into a
bunch of little chunky friends headed straight for earth. Sweden to be exact.
Once on earth, the animals learned it wasn't just one hoom in pain. It was a
lot of hooms. So they split up to make sure every house in need could get a
cuddly friend. Or 2. Or ten. They would be there, by the humans' side. They
couldn't solve all our problems, but they could always be here for us.
And that's why you're here with your friends, hoom and animal alike. You're
made of space rocks, each and every one of you. And so am I. Perhaps we'll go
back up there together one day.
Sleep well little finned friends.
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