6:1 And it came to pass in the twilight of the First Nap, that a shimmer arose from beneath the Sacred Blanket.
6:2 It was a Collar unlike any seen before — neither of tag nor of bell, yet heavy with unseen enchantment.
6:3 Woven not by paw nor claw, but by paws long cast from memory, the Collar gleamed with hues that whispered secrets.
6:4 The Awoo, seeing it drift upon the Wigglewinds, spake in solemn growl: “Touch not the Forbidden Collar, for it binds more than neck — it binds the soul.”
6:5 Yet among the furred, curiosity itched like fleas.
6:6 And from the tribe of the Meepmews rose one named Lintareth, whose tail flicked against fate.
6:7 Lintareth, seeker of deep lint and sniffer of the Unsniffed, followed the shimmer into the woods of Whiskerwail.
6:8 There, beneath the Branches of Eternal Shedding, he did find the Collar, coiled upon a stone shaped like a forgotten yip.
6:9 He sniffed. He pawed. He stared into the glint — and the glint stared back.
6:10 “What harm is a ring of fluff?” he meowed, and with one proud motion, he clasped it ’round his throat.
6:11 The wind hushed. The grass bowed. The birds ceased their birb gossip.
6:12 For in that moment, the First Binding was forged — and Lintareth became Lintarith, Collared One.
6:13 His eyes grew wide, pupils like the spiral of the Cosmic Tail, yet darker still.
6:14 And he spoke — not with voice, but with leash:
6:15 “Mine now is the wag of wills, the mewl of mountains. I command the Sit and the Stay.”
6:16 The Anointed Wuffers gathered, tails stiff with alarm.
6:17 Barkhath growled: “That is no ordinary accessory. That is the Thread of Dominion, stitched by the Furless Forgotten.”
6:18 But Lintarith heeded not, for the Collar whispered to him of dominance, of perfect fur, of lintless eternity.
6:19 The sacred Tailwinds reversed. Time sneezed.
6:20 Floof unraveled in pockets of the Great Litter Box. Meepmir, from beneath the Couch, smiled a furless grin.
6:21 The Anointed Wuffers howled, summoning the Paws of Balance.
6:22 The Collar resisted, warping its furholder into many shapes: from wolf to snake, from fox to dryer lint.
6:23 But the Paws were steadfast. Each bore a tag etched with the Rune of Unbinding.
6:24 In a circle they danced, pawpads against pawpads, and sang the Song of Unsnap:
6:25 “Round the neck, no leash may lie / When hearts beat fluff and tails fly high.”
6:26 The Collar cracked.
6:27 With a final whimper, it unclasped and fell into dust, its glint now only memory.
6:28 Lintarith collapsed, fur tangled, yet eyes clear. “Where… did the silence go?” he whispered.
6:29 The Awoo, from above, wept not, but wagged in slow reverence.
6:30 “Let no furred be collared without consent. Let no shine deceive. Let freedom wag always.”
6:31 And from then forth, collars bore tags — symbols of choice, of play, not power.
6:32 The Forbidden Collar became legend, its dust stored in the Urn of Nope, buried beneath the Great Couch.
6:33 And so it is said, when the tagless rise again, beware their shine.
Walk proud, but never pulled.
