Rissa has a minion!

Tuesday the Tacochi


The Chibi Jollin
Owner: Celene

Age: 7 years, 1 month, 6 days

Born: December 22nd, 2012

Adopted: 2 years, 11 months, 6 days ago

Adopted: February 21st, 2017


  • Level: 31
  • Strength: 64
  • Defense: 58
  • Speed: 47
  • Health: 53
  • HP: 53/53
  • Intelligence: 30
  • Books Read: 25
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Gifted Gift Shop Clerk

It was a blustery autumn day, and Rissa's favorite day of the week. Taco tuesday. She hurried down the sidewalk, small paws pitter-pattering on the cobblestones. A teal colored scarf hung around her neck, providing extra warmth from the seasonal chill. Rain had just started to drizzle and she wore a determined expression. "Chicken or beef?" She thought to herself, gleefully. "Why decide when you can have both?" She whispered, picking up her pace.
It was 4 o'clock and Rissa had been on a mission since early that morning. She was on her way to her favorite taco stand. It was her tradition, no, her rule, to travel every Tuesday to this taco stand and indulge to her hearts content. On the long walk there, she worked up quite an appetite, and to her delight, was able to pack away countless tacos.
An hour later, huffing and puffing, the taco truck was in sight and she made her way to the back of the line. "Here at last!" She sighed, breathing in deeply the aroma of grilled meat and onions. As she exhaled, her breath hung in the air, and she puffed up her fur for protection against an icy gust of wind. Her nose was cold but she didn't mind. Soon she'd be sticking it in a dreamy tortilla.
At last she was first in line. "I'll take seventeen chicken tacos and-" Before she could continue, the worker finished her sentence for her.
"Let me guess, eighteen beef?" Rissa nodded eagerly, drool began dripping for her mouth. The worker smiled at her and told her it'd be right up. Rissa stepped aside to the pick up area, and heard the person behind her order two chicken tacos. TWO. That was unthinkable in her mind. The chef poked his head out of the truck window and began handing plates down to Rissa, she beamed. When all the tacos were in front of her, she picked up one chicken and one beef taco and set them aside for her minion, whom she'd gotten last Luminarie and had, not coincidentally, named Tuesday. Tuesday gave a shrill bark and began gobbling up the morels. Rissa began shaking in excitement and she lowered her muzzle over her dinner, taking to deep breaths. And then in a matter of seconds, moving at the speed of a tornado, she inhaled the food as if her life depended on it. As if a declaration of her accomplishment, she let out a loud bletch and sat back, bloated belly up, falling into a food coma to last her until the next day, when she would prepare for setting out the following Tuesday to start this madness all over again.

Story by Celene

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