The Pamcake War began in the kingdom, wiff two brothers and one golden-brown treasure. Baxter grabbed hold first. Fish, tiny and determined, stretched his paw to claim his share. Both wanted the same fing, and for a moment, it looked like neither would let go.
Two sides tugging at the same pamcake, both certain it belongs to them. There’s tension, scrambling paws, and voices raised—but underneaff it all, they’re still brothers. They still live in the same home, curled up in the same blankets at night.
The turning point in this little battle isn’t who wins, but when they remember something bigger than the pamcake itself: each other. Because a pamcake split between brothers is sweeter than a pamcake won in war.
If we can take a lesson from Baxter and Fish, it’s this: love and belonging don’t come from holding tighter, but from letting go enuff to share. Our dibide may feel sharp, but like a pamcake, it can be softened—wiff patience, kindness, lub and the reminder that we’re all at the same table.
Fish and his brothers spent ALL day in the workshop making fabulous new hats! Some are fancy, some are silly, and some are… let’s just say “unique.” And none ob them got their fingers stuck together wiff the hot glue gun, so it was a success!
We did some arting a while back to complete our diploma from Marty’s School ob Bizness, but you habn’t seen it yet! It’s taking a bit longer than expected because Barry is being super picky about the titles (and yes… we gabe him approbal to be in charge ob naming).
But good news — our first art auction is coming soon! There will be a pribate auction plus some gibaways on Patreon too, so if you hab been finking about joining, now is a good time. (join here)
Stay tuned — masterpieces incoming next monff!
In the past, during his time at MSOB, Reuben made a goldfish named Gary wiff his science skills. It was one of those experiments dat turned out a little too well — Gary not only swam, but also developed a taste for opera music and demanded his flakes sprinkled wiff the flair of a Parisian chef. Reuben doesn’t like to talk about it… mostly because Gary once gab a lecture at the Academy of Aquatic Sciences, and the applause embarrassed Reuben more than anyfing.
But quietly, late at night in his lab, Reuben habs been tinkering again. His latest creation: a goldfish-making debice. A mix ob bubbling tubes, tiny gears, and some mysterious cheese-powered energy source, it hums and puffs like a steampunk contraption.
And the results? Surprisingly good. Each goldfish emerges wiff a little more personality than the last. Some are shy. Some blow perfect bubble rings. One keeps trying to rearrange the decorations in his tank like he’s an interior designer.
Reuben insists it’s just “basic aquatic engineering,” but Barry suspects it’s more complicated. Baxter thinks they’re on the verge ob a breakfru in rat-to-fish communication. And Fish? Well, he’s already drawing up plans for a cheese-powered submarine so he can bisit them properly.
For now, though, Reuben stays quiet about it all. He leans ober the table, goggles pushed up on his head, watching the newest fish flick its tail in the tank. He whispers, just to himself, “Better than Gary…”
If you want him to make you a goldfish, just let him know and he’ll put you on the waitlist.
A berry rare treat ob just a little nibble… Milanos: small bite, big delight.
P.S. Fish is habbing a bliss.
