Being Bahama

Tiny Fambaa

The other day my good friend and guildmate, Kenria, announced she was going to start training a couple of new pets. 

Bermuda always had an avid interest in creatures. He tamed and trained more pets than I could keep track of.  There isn’t a whole lot I haven’t seen.

Desperately bored from stocking vendors, I asked her which types of creatures they were.  Alice, she informed me, was a fambaa.   I’m not much of a fan of the fambaa.  They have a nasty habit of stomping about my shop while I’m trying to work.  Sometimes the ground shakes so violently that it interferes with my crafting.  It’s difficult to sew a straight line in an earthquake. 

I warned Kenria she should be careful not to get caught underfoot the great beast.  She replied back that it wasn’t a concern at the moment since she the baby was only waist high.  What?  Waist high? 

I’ve seen a lot of fambaa… but never one that small!  So I ran over to Mos Eisley to see Alice for myself. 

Alice was indeed very small.  The smallest fambaa I’ve ever seen.  She was adorable.  But Kermit, the chuba, had her beat in sheer ferocity.