“WHAT'S THAT THING?”

Olive drops the donation box on the floor of The Aurora Express with a startled yelp as it moves. Since when have money tree donation boxes MOVED? They aren't alive! They can't be!

THEY'RE CARDBOARD BOXES.
AND CARDBOARD BOXES AREN'T ALIVE ... unless?

No.

There's something peeking out at her, something...

Fluffy?

"What the -"

She reaches down and cautiously opens the flap of the soggy box, all of the tension leaving her shoulders as she realizes it's just a petpet.

"Oh!"

It croons out as she snatches it up and holds it above her head, tapping her chin as she looks at those small-big little feet.

"Well, I SUPPOSE you could have been the Money Tree prowler," she brings it back down to eye level, "your big ol' small feet are kinda ...similar! Guess that solves the mystery...?"

Scorf is here!




Adopt a fuzzy little big-small feet buddy of your own!

We've heard rumors that a certain Queen may be hoarding some in a very hidden tower to sell...

and something about Picking Your Own??
Whatever THAT means.

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Stay tuned MNeopians!