Nurture Nor Nature

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A message about nurturing...

"The way to a pouflon's heart is through much care and nurturing. That's why I won't have a son. No, I will just find my M&M named Nathaniel and care for him instead. Why bother going through the whole process of visiting the Dawn Garden when I can just forget everything about raising kids and become friends with Nathaniel?

When I find this Nathaniel, he better watch that these hooves don't yank him into a hug! Now the only issue is finding some pouflon in this whole galaxy that cared to name their child this! It doesn't make any sense? Are pouflons more in tune with naming their children after objects and adjectives? (or like one pouflon I very much care for, a greeting) Why? Why is everybody making things so much more difficult than they need to be?

-Gladis"

...Huh?!

"What the heck is this?!" the reader of this letter questioned. It was his third night keeping note of raiders' paths when he stumbled upon this letter. He didn't understand... why this writer bothered writing the word "nurture" if she hated kids?!

This patrolling blonde guard at least thought that's what was meant by "I won't have a son", but then again, could just mean she was going to adopt? But wait, did she want to adopt someone named Nathaniel-- why was she claiming this would be her friend? Can you be friends with your kids? There were so many questions in this guard's mind, and he wanted to ask Nathaniel all of them once he got back to camp! Flapping those wings faster, this boy was zooming toward that camp within his vision!