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Happiness was life with Anita. You had everything you wanted with your human — she was loving and kind, kept you well-groomed and happy, but something was missing. You couldn’t figure out what it was until the day that Roger and Pongo wrapped themselves into your life, quite literally. As Anita and Roger fell into water together and laughed it off, it appeared that it was some sort of love…a similar feeling that you had for the dog that was attached to Roger: Pongo.[break][break]
You hated the woman — so much so that it made you question if you even wanted to have the puppies. But it was Pongo’s reassurance that got you through and made the world seem not so bad. Three weeks later, you gave birth to a litter of 15 of the most beautiful dalmatian puppies the world had ever seen. You loved each and ever one of them — and you were happy because Roger had chased Cruella away, keeping the puppies safe.[break][break]
After taking a walk with your owners, you and Pongo returned to the flat to discover that the puppies had been stolen. You took matters into your own hands as you and Pongo set off to find them and bring them back home. Together, you used the twilight bark to spread the news of your stolen puppies and found them in Hell Hall.[break][break]
Alongside of Pongo, your mate, you found your children with an added surprise.[break][break]
Dalmatians. 101 to be exact, including you and Pongo.[break][break]
101 happy puppies that Roger and Anita decided you could keep. And you loved them each — after all, the bigger the family the better.[break][break]
Happily ever after seemed just on the horizon until that world slipped away from you. You lost your memories and woke up in Wonderland — a strange new place that you had to learn to adjust to. But you had always been able to cope with the unexpected and took it in stride.[break][break]
Perdita is your full name — Perdita Dee Connors. At least, that was the name that you woke up with. You didn’t like Perdita, choosing instead to go by Perry. It seemed to fit you more, at least, that’s what you thought.[break][break]
When the curse hit, a lot of children were left without anywhere to go. They were lost, and you knew it was your duty to take them in. With the help of Kit Princeton, the town leader, you opened a small orphanage in the village that housed those who had not found their families or their homes. 15 of them. Fifteen children always running around and driving you up the wall — but somehow, you manage to keep a level head. You would do anything for all of them, in fact, you would abandon your normally cool and collected exterior if it meant protecting your “children.”[break][break]
You are well mannered, well spoken, elegant and radiant — the opposite of so many in this town who seem crass and kitschy in comparison. You believe in the ideals of composure and coordination, which makes you the perfect orphanage owner. You care about each of your kids, you always have and you feel a sort of familial bond with them. After five months, with none of them being claimed, you’re not sure that you would even want to give them up for adoption.[break][break]
It’s the strange mailman that has caught your eye — Pongo, the children call him. He visits regularly to deliver packages and letters to the children, all of whom adore him. Sometimes, he’ll write them little post-cards from Wonderland when they don’t receive mail. He brings them toys and spends his free time playing with them when he gets the spare moment. He’s sweet and playful, almost the opposite of you, but there’s something about him. Maybe it’s the way he always has a joke that makes you laugh or has something to tell you. You can’t figure it out, but Pongo holds a special place in your mind.[break][break]
Happiness was life with Anita. You had everything you wanted with your human — she was loving and kind, kept you well-groomed and happy, but something was missing. You couldn’t figure out what it was until the day that Roger and Pongo wrapped themselves into your life, quite literally. As Anita and Roger fell into water together and laughed it off, it appeared that it was some sort of love…a similar feeling that you had for the dog that was attached to Roger: Pongo.[break][break]
You hated the woman — so much so that it made you question if you even wanted to have the puppies. But it was Pongo’s reassurance that got you through and made the world seem not so bad. Three weeks later, you gave birth to a litter of 15 of the most beautiful dalmatian puppies the world had ever seen. You loved each and ever one of them — and you were happy because Roger had chased Cruella away, keeping the puppies safe.[break][break]
After taking a walk with your owners, you and Pongo returned to the flat to discover that the puppies had been stolen. You took matters into your own hands as you and Pongo set off to find them and bring them back home. Together, you used the twilight bark to spread the news of your stolen puppies and found them in Hell Hall.[break][break]
Alongside of Pongo, your mate, you found your children with an added surprise.[break][break]
Dalmatians. 101 to be exact, including you and Pongo.[break][break]
101 happy puppies that Roger and Anita decided you could keep. And you loved them each — after all, the bigger the family the better.[break][break]
Happily ever after seemed just on the horizon until that world slipped away from you. You lost your memories and woke up in Wonderland — a strange new place that you had to learn to adjust to. But you had always been able to cope with the unexpected and took it in stride.[break][break]
Perdita is your full name — Perdita Dee Connors. At least, that was the name that you woke up with. You didn’t like Perdita, choosing instead to go by Perry. It seemed to fit you more, at least, that’s what you thought.[break][break]
When the curse hit, a lot of children were left without anywhere to go. They were lost, and you knew it was your duty to take them in. With the help of Kit Princeton, the town leader, you opened a small orphanage in the village that housed those who had not found their families or their homes. 15 of them. Fifteen children always running around and driving you up the wall — but somehow, you manage to keep a level head. You would do anything for all of them, in fact, you would abandon your normally cool and collected exterior if it meant protecting your “children.”[break][break]
You are well mannered, well spoken, elegant and radiant — the opposite of so many in this town who seem crass and kitschy in comparison. You believe in the ideals of composure and coordination, which makes you the perfect orphanage owner. You care about each of your kids, you always have and you feel a sort of familial bond with them. After five months, with none of them being claimed, you’re not sure that you would even want to give them up for adoption.[break][break]
It’s the strange mailman that has caught your eye — Pongo, the children call him. He visits regularly to deliver packages and letters to the children, all of whom adore him. Sometimes, he’ll write them little post-cards from Wonderland when they don’t receive mail. He brings them toys and spends his free time playing with them when he gets the spare moment. He’s sweet and playful, almost the opposite of you, but there’s something about him. Maybe it’s the way he always has a joke that makes you laugh or has something to tell you. You can’t figure it out, but Pongo holds a special place in your mind.[break][break]
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