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Parrapups, or Parras, are an omnivorous, aviary quadrupedal species that originated from tropical areas, but after they were domesticated, they gained more levels of fur and different beaks. All parras spend a lot of time cleaning themselves, and preening their feathers if they have wings. Parras come with a variety of tails and beaks, but good luck finding one that does! Having a large gene pool Parras also have the chance to show some mutations. They come in a large variety of colors including bright neons and dull greys. All parras are a very social in some way and love to whistle, sing, and chatter to others- Parra or not!
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Her name: Marin
What's her happiest memory (max. 400 words)?:...“ Ａ long, long, time ago, my cousins decided to visit on the third weekend of August.
Specifically on a Sunday, too; a very important Sunday, at that. Why is it so Important?
Well, that exact Sunday holds the memories of my very first voyage off into the ocean!
When I was 6, my family wanted to take me on a boat with my cousins. It was my first time, and I was very scared, since I learned about things like the Titanic and other sinking ships. I hated death, and I still do, so I didn't want to die. You'll never catch me killing anything, even if it's an annoying fly. But I'm getting off topic, so back to the story.
Now, at age 6, I was terrified of sharks. When I was younger, I lived in an area with sharks, however I moved to the northeast when I was 4. But at the time I didn't know sharks didn't belong in lakes around the Northeast. I was six, alright?
It was a relatively sunny say, but the water was still a bit cold. One of my two cousins wanted to jump off of the boat, I thought she was insane. She's always been like that, adventurous. But I would never do something that risky.
But there I was, gripping the boat so I wouldn't fall off. And also occasionally sipping my orange juice, kicking my feet, and eating Cheez-its when my father slowed the boat down to a stop so he could take a drink.
Sometimes the water would splash up on us when he went fast. At the time I was scared, but now when I go on boat rides, it's insanely fun. At one point, I had to move away from my mom even though I didn't want to, because one side was heavier than another.
On our way back, it began to rain, despite the sunny weather before. We were soaked, but fortunately we hadn't been far from the shore.
And that's the story of my first boat ride, and also the reason I have a passion for Marine things.”
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