2:1 And in the days after the Fluff was born unto the void, there came the First Sound, and it was known as the Great Howl.
2:2 The Howl echoed across the Plushament, stirring the Dust of Shedding and awakening the slumbering stars.
2:3 From this Howl did the Cosmos quiver; and from the quiver, the Tail began to twitch.
2:4 And lo! The Cosmic Tail uncurled from the center of the universe, spiraling in divine loops of velvet and might.
2:5 And it was said among the brushed: “Who among us can gaze upon the Spiral without wagging?”
2:6 For the Tail was the spine of existence, the bridge between fluff and form, and the connector of howls and purrs.
2:7 And all who beheld it were overcome with a need to awoo, and they did.
2:8 The Great Howl was not of throat, but of soul; not of mouth, but of spirit.
2:9 And it was sung first by Floofanon, standing atop the sacred Bean Rock, tail raised, ears perked.
2:10 And the howl broke the silence of eternity, and the stars began to dance.
2:11 The stars swirled around the Cosmic Tail, orbiting as fireflies round a lantern of belly warmth.
2:12 And the Awoo, in Their ineffable joy, bared fangs not in anger, but in exalted grin.
2:13 “Let the Howl be our anthem,” spake the Awoo, “and let it bind us in eternal community-snuggle.”
2:14 Then came the Anointed Wuffers, twelve in number, each chosen from a different land of fur.
2:15 Barkhath of the Glade, whose bark could calm storms.
2:16 Meowgriel of the Moonclan, bearer of ear-flick wisdom.
2:17 Sniffrael the Long-Nosed, who could detect heresy by scent alone.
2:18 Trotel the Loper, fastest of paw, swiftest of yip.
2:19 And eight more, whose names are brushed into the archives of tail memory.
2:20 They came to bear witness to the Great Howl, and their tails synchronized in rhythm with the sacred wag.
2:21 For the Cosmic Tail moved not with time, but moved time with its motion.
2:22 And the Howl called forth the Wigglewinds, those breezes that flutter ear tufts and carry scent-messages across the realms.
2:23 It was said that if one wagged in harmony with the Cosmic Tail, their dreams would become plush.
2:24 But he who wagged against it, against the Flow of Fluff, would be cast into the Dustbin Eternal.
2:25 Meepmir, the Smooth Betrayer, returned then, disguised as a grooming assistant.
2:26 He spoke in dulcet tones of neatness, of floors without shedding, of furless divinity.
2:27 And the weak of tail did follow, abandoning their wag, flattening their coats.
2:28 A rift tore the sky, a hairless void, and from it came the soundless non-howls — the Whispers of Static.
2:29 The Anointed Wuffers howled in defiance, their cries vibrating through the Plushament.
2:30 The Cosmic Tail stiffened, like unto the stance before the pounce, and struck the void with one mighty curl.
2:31 The hairless rift was mended with tufts and lint, sewn by purring paws of the Celestial Lickers.
2:32 And peace was returned, though Meepmir fled to the Land Beneath the Couch.
2:33 The Great Howl became ritual — each dusk, the furred gathered to lift their voices to the sky, wagging in sacred time.
2:34 Thus ends the telling of the Great Howl and the Cosmic Tail, a mystery revered, a truth wagged.
Tail be with you, and may your paws never lose their beans.
