ℋ𝒾𝒹𝒹𝑒𝓃 𝒫𝒾𝑒𝒸𝑒𝓈

❝𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝❞

In the quiet neighborhood of Ostania, lived a six-year-old pink-haired girl named Anya Forger. Anya was well known for her vibrant hair and matching slightly questionable personality. 

The one thing she cherished most above all else was her dear 'Peanut,' a plush toy shaped like a peanut that her sister had given her that she now carried everywhere.

Playing with it, sleeping with it, forcing it to watch as she ate his kin on the daily. It was unnoticed by her. The neglect she was paying her dog and the jealousy that burned within.

One day, Anya left her beloved Peanut unguarded on the living room floor. Bond, a white Pyrenees Mountain dog, stumbled onto the Anya stealing plush. Being the jealous grump he was, saw this as an opportunity. 

In a torrent of envy, Bond reduced Anya's dear Peanut to a mess of cotton fluff and fabric.

"AH! PEANUT!"

Returning from her sister's room, Anya was heartbroken when she discovered the fate of her favorite plush. As she held the remnants of Peanut in her hands, silent tears welled up in her eyes. 

She looked at Bond, who was casually seated, face turned away as he acted blissfully oblivious to what he had done. In that moment, Anya made a decision. She would show Bond the consequences of his action. 

Her plan for revenge - to seek solace in the company of Snooze, the Forger's family cat.
Snooze was the embodiment of a lazy, sassy house cat, usually found lounging in the sun or in someone's company and snoozing. 

Snooze and Anya had always shared a friendlier bond, but it was nothing compared to the warmth she held for Bond. Anya was closer to Bond and Olivia was closer to Snooze.

Anya decided to change that. She began spending more time with Snooze, petting his long back, playing with winding string, and even sharing her bed at night.

The house was now filled with hushed whispers of giggles and purrs instead of the usual cacophony of 'borks' and laughter that followed Bond and Anya's playtime. The atmosphere did not go unnoticed by Bond. 

His once cheerful tail hung low, his playful 'borks' reduced to quiet whimpers as he watched Anya and Snooze enjoy their time together.

Small and incredibly intuitive for her age, Anya quickly noticed the change in Bond. His drooping tail and downcast eyes tugged at her heart. Despite her plan for revenge, she couldn't ward off the pang of guilt that was growing with each passing day.

One sunny afternoon, Snooze was lounging by the window, the golden rays lighting up his fluffy snow fur. Anya plopped down beside him, her heart heavy. She watched Bond from the corner of her eye. 

He was sitting at a distance, looking at them with a disheartened glint in his eyes. In that moment, Anya realized her revenge wasn't sweet. Seeing Bond being alone and heartbroken was not what she wanted.

With newfound determination, she stood up, walked over to Bond, and as she patted his furry head, she whispered, "I'm sorry, Bond." It wasn't just an apology for ignoring him, but also a truce she was hitting on Bond's head with her tiny firm hand.

Bond looked up at her, an evident gleam of happiness returning to his eyes. The pinkette stood close to hug him, muttering about how much she missed him, and how both of them would get a new Peanut together.

From that day forward, the Forger household was never the same. Bond was more welcoming around new favorite plushies, and Anya realized the significance of forgiveness and moving on.

And Snooze, still the lazy house cat, found himself cuddling with Olivia as she napped on the couch, not a care in the world. He peeked an eye open watching as Anya and Bond sat together and enjoyed an episode of Spy Wars together. He purred contently.

Their giggles and 'borks' continued through the evening, making the small corner of Ostania just a bit brighter and warmer.

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['BORK' IS INTENTIONAL]

[THAT'S WHAT BOND SOUNDS LIKE]

[EDITED]