Mr. A

You live on Mr. A's farm. He loved you very much. Fluffy was the one who took care of you, or Milton many times.

That day Mr. A had to go to the market to buy vegetables and other things. You wanted to go with him, although you hesitated, but he accepted.

So no one would suspect he was taking you with him, he put a hood over your head so your little ears wouldn't be seen. Now they were walking through the fair, like you'd never been to one in years. You approached a stall, took a caramel apple, and bit into it, thinking it was free.

Lady at the stall: Hey brat! What's wrong with you?!

Mr. A approached quickly