Robin strutted onto the furry convention stage, pink fur gleaming under the lights like a neon cotton candy nightmare. The crowd oohed as she twirled—half wolf, half diva—with flawless flair. Judges whispered, but the prize was hers before she even growled. Flashing a mischievous grin, Robin snagged the oversized check, pockets it, and winked, “Winning’s easy when you don’t exactly try.”
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