Angel

Jamaa is a horrid place. You see, there are NO chicken nuggets! Not even the ones that aren't made of meat, for vegans!

My name is Nugget, yes the name is strange. I'm a tan nonmember pig with huge black eyes. I wear ''nothing. ''Why? Because, I feel that I am a nugget.

I have no buddies. People think my name is somehow offense to the Potato Army and the Alpaca Clans, but how? I'm just a nugget. I went online to see just one otter going down the slide. It wore one thing - a cone collar! How pathetic! "Wow, you need a better sense of fashion." I told the otter.

"You need a better name." The otter replied. "Oh really? What's your name, jerk-head?" I asked. "You don't need to know, nosy booger."

"YES I DO."

"FINE. IT'S WAFFLE."

I buddied her, but she didn't even accept! "Ugh, you insult me, then expect us to become buddies? UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

I turned into a nugget, and she turned into a waffle.

"LOOK, THIS IS YOUR FAULT!" I hissed when someone stomped on me. I fell into the water and got soggy and wet. Waffle became an otter again, and threw me into the sand. "Die, nugget! #standupforthechickens #bethevoiceforthevoicelesschicken #stopgmos! #eatmorewaffles #notme!"

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