This is my Fursona. There are many like it, but this one is mine. My Fursona is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life. My Fursona, without me, is useless. Without my Fursona, I am useless. I must Yiff my Fursona true. I must shoot gayer than my enemy who is trying to shame me. I must shoot him before he shoots me. I will… My Fursona and myself know that what counts in this war is not the nuts we bust, the noise of our uwus, nor the smoke from our sick vape mods we make. We know that it is the Yiffs that count. We will Yiff… My Furona is my fellow furry, even as I, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weaknesses, its strength, its parts, its accessories, its ears and its nuzzle. I will ever guard it against the ravages of weather and damage as I will ever guard my legs, my arms, my eyes and my heart against damage. I will keep my Fursona clean and ready. We will become part of each other. We will… Before God, I swear this pack. My Fursona and myself are the defenders of my pack. We are the masters of our enemy. We are the saviors of my life. So be it, until victory is cub hub’s and there is no enemy, but peace!