I'm Puffee, but feel free to call me Puf.
Spuddy, but you can call it Spud.
Well, the name Spuddy is a mix between Buddy and Spud. First of the all, he Spud came from the fact that it's potato flavored. Because spud is another word for potato. The Buddy came from dogs. Even though this is a GM, it reminds me of a dalmation because of it's markings. And, the GM species themselves reminds me of dogs because of their cute, loveable-ness. Buddy is a good and common name for a dog. A name I've always loved. Mixing Buddy and Spud together made Spuddy. The name seemed to fit so I decided that, that would be it's name. I really like the name Spuddy, so I'm glad that this GM will have this name, if I win.
Ok, so you may have noticed I haven't mentioned Spuddy's gender yet. I've been referring to Spud as an 'it'. Just so this would be a surprise. Anyway, Spuddy is male. First of all, Buddy is usually a boy's name. And second of all, Spud doesn't looks female to me.
Because; OMG IT'S POTATO FLAVORED!
Well, the fact that it's potato flavored makes me love it more than anything. But, that's not the only thing. See, I've always wanted a GM, and so far, I don't have one yet. The last GM I tried for was beautiful, and I thought it was my dream GM. I felt sad after I lost, but then I discovered this one. I was like "Forget that one! This one's awesome! And POTATO FLAVORED!". He is absolutely handsome. The way his colors go together, and his adorable markings. They have created the epicness that is GM #25 Spuddy. I want him because of everything about him. He's just so perfect. And I love him.

Spud is well, different. His brain works different to ours. He's not very smart, at all. He often gets teased for being dumb. But, he is one of the nicest Goop Monsters I've ever met. He's loyal and caring and will never leave your side. Spud loves to have fun and play outside. He's very active and good at sport. He's fairly brave, but also a bit shy. He loves to make new friends, although most of them don't really get him. Spuddy is the talkative type, even if his English isn't the best. Even though he isn't to bright, he likes to learn new things. He just doesn't learn the same way others do, and I teach him things so that he can understand and learn properly. He's also very smiley and and bubbly. A perfect friend.

Drawing;By me.
Poem;I may not be the brightest,
I may not be so smart.
People call me crazy,
And stupid, weird and dumb.
They can be the meanest people,
That ever walked the earth.
It doesn't really matter,
If people aren't that smart.
I may not be to clever,
But at least I have a heart.

Rain. I like the rain. It calms me. I like how it changes, it goes from being calm and soothing to loud and scary. But it doesn't scare me. Rain isn't scary. At all. Tonight, it was one of those loud and scary rains. And I was sitting inside with Puffee, watching it crash to the ground.
"I like the rain," I said to her.
"Not even when it's like this? It's pretty scary."
"Nope, I love the rain when it's like this!"
I looked up into her eyes. I could see that she was frightened. "You ok?" I asked her. She nodded. It was probably the noise she was scared of. It sounded as if it would break the roof. She wouldn't want to get her hair wet before bed.
"Puf," I said to her, "I love you."
"I love you t-"
Suddenly, A flash of bright light came down and interrupted her. It looked as if though it was a crack in the night sky. I looked up at her with fear in my eyes. "What was that?!"
"Lightning," she whispered.
"Lightning? The cracks in the sky are called lightnings?"
"Yes. And the thunder will come next."
"Funder?"
"Th-under."
"Right. What's that?"
Then, a loud grumbling sound filled the air. It was like a volcano was erupting inside your ear. It was loud. Scarier than the lightning.
"That's thunder," said Puffee, "It's the sound that lightning makes."
I looked at her, puzzled.
"Light travels faster than sound. Thunder is the sound that the light-ning makes. Understand?"
"No, not really."
Another flash of lightning cracked through the sky.
"See," said Puffee, pointing. "That's light."
I nodded, "Yes."
We waited. About ten seconds later thunder came.
"And that is sound."
"Oh, I get now!"
She smiled at me. She was such a great friend.
"Spud," she started, "Do you want to know where the lightning and thunder comes from?"
"Yeah!"
"Thunder and lightning comes from the clouds. Like the rain."
My eyes widened as the word 'rain' was mentioned.
"Except, the rain is when the clouds are sad. The thunder and lightning are when they get so sad that they get angry. That's why it's so loud and scary."
"But why is the clouds angry?"
"I don't know. Maybe you should ask them."
"Don't be silly. Clouds don't talk."
Lightning flashed again.
Puffee started counting. "one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twel-"
She was cut off by the thunder.
"Why were you counting?" I asked.
"You count how many seconds it is between the lightning and the thunder. Just then, it was eleven and a half seconds. That means that the storm is far away. So, we're safe," she replied.
"That's cool. Wait. Can the thunders and lightnings hurt you?"
"Well, sort of. You'd have to get struck by the lightning for it to hurt you. And there's about one in one thousand chance of that happening. Probably even smaller. Besides, we're safe inside the house."
"Ok. That's good then."
For a few minutes we watched the storm in silence. The only noise was the thunder and the 'pitter patter' of the rain. Then, Puffee's mom/mum called up to us, "Are you still awake? I told you to go to bed two hours ago!"
"C'mon Spud. I think it's bed time now," said Puffee, giggling a little.
OMG. Potato flavor! ;w;
He's beautiful SoOJ! <3