Hewo anyone reading this, this is a little story I came up with on Halloween that I told my friend about a spooky Weedee (a creature I made up as a fursona ;3 ) so while im not a pro story writer hope ya enjoy and have a good Halloweeny.

Many many years ago on a dark Halloween night there was a mother weedee giving birth to her seedlings, the father was there by her side holding her paw in his, the fellow weedees of her village were there as well the night light up by spores that danced around in the night. the elders were there as well as it was a curious night for her to give birth and all were curious to watch this birth on this dark night.

The mother grunted and groaned and laid there giving birth beginning to lay her seeds into the mud bellow one after another a seed slid out three then four...but on the fifth one....there was no seed...but a weedee seedling already grown. The villagers look at this in shock and spoke in whispers, such a thing had never happened before, all weedees were born as seeds and grown in mud never fully developed within there mother.

The father looked to the elders asking for help fearing the little ones seed was possibly not fully developed. They came and they inspected the pup who whined and cried out making his mother worry for his health. The elders all looked at one another and agreed the child was healthy but....lacked a seed within. the whispers grew louder as they mumbled seedless one over and over. never had been a weedee born without a seed. Some called out calling it a curse on thier village. other thought it was perhaps a sign of things to change. the mother grew angry and growled at them all saying her little one was no side show. She took her newborn and held him close, the father making everyone leave there home coming back to hug his wife and nuzzle their child. the night passed and with time the other seedlings grew and called for their mother letting them feed from her breasts and keeping them safe in her pouch. the pups were curious about there brother who smelled different than them he did not smell of mud like them making them keep their distance from him even as they grew.

Time passed and the seedlings grew and grew and soon they became saplings and went to school. There the other children could also smell there was something differnt than him yelling out to him and calling him in song "Seedless one seedless one, aint got a soul poor seedless one!" the other children would laugh and tease him all day coming home crying to his mother all the time who would look at him and tell him "My seedless one my seedless one, a soul so big it wouldnt fit my little seedless one"


As time pass a year had gone by and it was Halloween again and that day the village came to thier home angry and outraged, all of thier little ones had come down with rot, thier bodies sick and rotting meaning all othe seedlings and saplings had to be seeded and regrown all except for the seedless ones family, all of them were just fine and the village all blamed the seedless one saying he was a curse and needed to be gotten rid of. The mother cried out no to them but the village pushed her and the father also tried to stop them but there were too many. His brothers and sisters looked at him but didnt help him as they came for him they took him and they brought him to the middle of the village as he cried for his mother. They planed to burn him at nightfall to rid him of thier curse and would not listen to even their elders of the village who wished them to stop.


As night fell and the flames rose and he began to burn he screamed out in a cry so loud that all that hared it passed out. when they awoke it was the next day and all of them even the seedless ones parents and siblings had rotted thier bodies coated in black and falling apart they had to seed themselves as well with thier children. Though where they had burned the seedless one they found nothing not even his ashes. the next day all the grown ups came out of the mud regrown and refreshed but....thier little ones seeds were gone. they searched and searched until they heard a scream, they all ran to where it came from and it was where they had burned the seedless one before and burned into the ground they read "Seedless one seedless one, ate all their souls the seedless one"

So my little ones...the next time you go out trick or treating...be careful of the seedless one...he smells not of mud but of ash, his tail black and burned....you better treat him well....or the soul he next makes a snack of might be yours~