Reported by D.D. Staff. (Mudos)   All They are Saying is ... In an attempt to curtail a sloggish economy and promote equal rights for Inhabitants, the members of The Meat is Neat Foundation marched outside of several major corporations yesterday. They claim that Meeps are an overlooked source of revenue and that "it's not fair" that every other animal has been made into a pie, pop, cake, or beverage except for them. "All we are saying is, give Meeps a chance!" a representative of the group stated. "I mean, they hardly move. It's not like their hard to track or capture. I say we eat 'em!"
	(FUD)   This photo was found in a cavernous location near Necrum. Elders speculate that it may be a vintage portrait from the deep southern region of Mudos, where the Mulletokon tribes were once prolific. Though most Mudokon tribes prefer the practicality of a ponytail, bun, or other headgear, the Mulletokons preferred a more wild, rebellious, mulletous style. They took great pride in this style. It was a symbol of their infamous duality, having both unmatched business savvy, and a disorderly, party-like mentality. Various oils and berry juices were used to maintain the sheen of this prized feature. Unfortunately, the Mulletokons insatiable thirst for Brew and raucous tendencies created a volatile concoction that ultimately led to their demise. Hundreds upon hundreds of domestic, malnourished slogs, the Mulletokons loyal pets, were left without masters when the tribe met its fate. It is hypothesized that this disappointing historical occurrence may have led to the frightening disposition of today's slogs.
			In recent events, the Proprietor of Alf's Rehab and Tea encountered malaise and mayhem at a local musical gathering. Shortly after Oddeema left the stage, mysterious clouds filled the night air, and the crowd became restless. During a reprise of the hit, More Mudokon than a Mudokon, a smoosh pit formed. Thinking it folly to travel so far and not partake in the festivities, Alf dove right in. But soon after the fun began it came to a shocking and tragic halt. "Everyone was like, 'follow me, follow me!' so I did. It was chaos. I hit the ground. When I came to, the fez was in shreds! It all happened so fast... I ... I ... " Even now, Alf is visibly distraught over the incident. Authorities believe the fez snagged on the multiple body piercings of several concertgoers. One security officer reported, "He's lucky to be alive. Most Muds wouldn't survive a snag of that magnitude. That little fez saved his life." Alf was rushed to the nearest concession stand where he stated flatly, "Seven spooce for a brew? Thank Odd I brought my tea!" Guards confiscated the tea and Alf left the festival a tired and broken Mudokon. He missed the closing act, and his favorite song, FeeCo-razy Train.