It was a fine day in the Oofa tribe. Zoofusa had decided to go to the Foozles to see how they were doing. He called to his second-in-command Victusa and told her to come with him. 

The two oofas headed to the place where the foozles lived and caught the sight of Shroozle, the lead foozle-mushroom. 

"Hello, Zoofusa," said Shroozle.

"Hi Shroozle, hows life been?" asked Zoofusa.

"Life's been great. My little brother, Recicoozle was born some 400 years after you last visited."

"So he's 130ish?"

"Yep."

"Hey Shrooze?" asked a small heart foozle from behind Shroozle.

"What's up, Rec?"

"Who's that?"

"That's Zoofusa, the leader of the Oofa tribe. You don't know him, he last visited 536 years ago."

Zoofusa caught sight of the heart foozle. The foozle, Recicoozle he assumed, was small and had a highish voice despite his age of 133 (Which wasn't old for a royal foozle). He was white with pink hearts all over him, so his parents must've named him Recicoozle because of it. (Recicat is the Catish word for love).

Zoofusa thought that Recicoozle was adorable and amazing, and he had recently divorced Apopletta. He developed a huge crush on the foozle only some 111 seconds after seeing him.

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"Well, we gotta go. Bye Shroozle," said Victusa, sensing the longing gaze that Zoofusa had while looking at Recicoozle.

"Bye," said Shroozle.

"Bye Zoofusa," said Recicoozle.

"Bye," said Zoofusa.

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On the way back to the Oofa tribe, Zoofusa and Victusa were talking about Recicoozle.

"I think I like him," said Zoofusa.