Alexie has shrunk! Look how happy she is about it.
Like I said, most of my old crew have deplorable levels of neglect, because at one point I had around 50 of them in the game at the same time. I want to rehabilitate them, and give them a second chance at growing up happy. Alexis isn't the only smallified pet you'll be seeing in the coming updates.
Alexie: The box still isn't big enough I can go in it!
Savanna: Are you Santa Paws?
Sweater Dog: Afraid not, peanut.
Buster and Pooh exchanged a slightly scared glance, because they have six kittens at once. That's a new experience for them, because their kids were born in litters of mostly one and two.
For the sake of the children, the snowperson is wholesome again.
Savanna: The last one was more funny.
Sweater Dog: I'm not Santa, and bribing him with carrots won't help. You'll need to be good.
Tamara: Drats!
I wish I had more documentation about the sprouts first time around. There's very little of it I actually remember. But at the time I had a terrible, miserable dial-up connection, which only functioned at half of its puny capacity because we had what's known as the "terminal piece" of the phone line.* Uploading a single little png could take a couple of minutes(!), and I lived with my parents, who needed the phone line unblocked most of the time. Sharing my petz' adventures wasn't much of an option, and for some reason I didn't even take many pictures of them for my own sake.
*(It's the end of a stretch of landline, and on which signal traffic does kind of a u-turn and fades out, so extra capacity for stuff like internet is kinda not.)
The parentals took a cooling nap in the snow. Don't nap in the snow, kids. U can DED!
Tamara: I hate you, Savanna!
Savanna: I hate YOU, Tamara!
Buster: Oh, Pooh!
Pooh: Oh, Buster!
Only one fight is kind of a win with these kids, though. It means we've ironed out most of the 00s in HxD.
Stuart: Is it going to jump?
Stuart(?): I think it's an atom.
Tamara: Eww, throw it out!
Stuart: I'm not touching it!
Tamara: GRRRRR! DIE!!!!
Pooh: How did our kid get like this?
Buster: We lived with 50 peeps. It was probably some of them that were bad influences.
Tabbie: It's not bedtime, and I'm still mad you named me Tabbie!
Savanna: I'm mad at Dad!
Pooh: What for?
Savanna: I don't rember!
I can't lie, I love these adorable little terribles.
Tamara: MY pillow!
Tabbie: I'm moving out! BYE!
It's fine. The parents are in control. Really.
Who's more qualified to raise nervous, sad and angry kittens than Frances and Charlie? Well, TBH it's pretty much everyone, but they're the available adult catz.
Charlie: I've heard of creatures like this. They may be Illegal Smolz.
Frances: They sure look just like Alexie and Jamie, just tiny.
Alexie: You look just like Frances, only HUGE!
Charlie napped out of responsibility immediately. Normally he'd be all "Let's teach them how to trap monsters!" but he's still having a sulk over his fiasco with the previous class. He's considering moving to a remote island and become a hermit, the way Luke Skywalker did.
Frances: Good idea, actually.
Charlie: No, you may not make the snowperson "more artistic."
Alexie: Party pooper.
Back home, the smols got re-introduced to Watson and Cora.
Charlie: This is Whitney. She's your strict aunt. So you best behave, because she can throw you over the house. Guess how I know.
Charlie's had a bit of "genetic" therapy, and now he likes Cora a lot.
Jamie found out that if he got on Whitney's good side, she'd probably keep the flat monsters under the rug away.
Alexie tried out for the Fortean Team. Pink Puffballs are a most wanted cryptid.
Charlie: OK, I'll show you how to deal with winged Forteans. You two may actually be more talented than the last batch.
Well, that's good. I think.