Jenny, 11 year old anthro donkey.
Jenny is a lean, wiry little donkey, though you would never guess that looking at her family's grocery bills. Come dinner time, eyes roll, shoulders get clapped, and Jenny gets asked where exacly it is she puts it all. Her mother's cooking is rich and delicious and ever so filling, but this little powerhouse can wolf down a full plate, then scarf her way through a second before making the gooeyest, sweetest eyes at her daddy's leftovers, all washed down with something creamy or crumbly or both for desert. Of course, she is a growing girl, and quite tall for her age, but the main answer behind her trim tummy and stringy legs is her time on the soccer fields; every single recess and every other evening, she's out on the field in her stripy shorts and her sports top, sweating away all that starch and those sweets into the kit she practically lives in, her face split into a massive, giddy smile.
Or at least it was. She's a growing girl, after all, and now she's going to big school. That means uniforms that chafe her grey fur. That means an hour-long bus trip in the evenings to get back. And that means no playing field to run around on.
Sarah, 12 year old anthro squirrel.
Peer through the comfortable dim of her bedroom, and brush away the plushy warmth of the tail she cuddles around, and you might get a glimpse of two beady, chocolate eyes. Except you won't; they'll be pointing down, squinting into a book thicker than a brick wall as she hunts down some delectable fact and tasty titbit for the day. Yes, Sarah is truly a bookworm. When her schoolmates whittled away their days running around under the blazing sun, or mashing buttons together and yelling incomprehensibly, she hunkered down in her room, on a plump cushion and with a smile on her face, ready to tuck into a good book. And maybe a bag of crisps. And maybe some biscuits. And a slice of cake, though that tends to make the pages go all sticky. The short walk to school and back, plus the occasional trip into town with her small cluster of friends, has been a worthy opponent to all that snacking, even if it has been losing ground in the last few months: her trousers have been pinching a little bit when she gets dressed in the morning, and a definite roll of fluff has started spilling over them when she sits, plus her mother has made a note to get a training bra organised for her.
Okay, so she's a soft, fluffy little squirrel, with a plump tummy and a backside that fills her slacks to bursting, but what does that matter to her? School's out now, and there's nothing that this little bookworm would love more than to spend her whole summer devouring her latest collection of tomes. And treats.
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