Orko was relaxing on the sofa, his eyes closed and a chilled out tone to his personality. It was one of the days where he felt like doing nothing at all. Not even magic. Just relaxing and forgetting about the world. Suddenly, he heard a giggle and opened one eye. Forgetting it, he went back to sleep. That was when our cuddly friend Furaha prowled into the living room, and tiptoed behind the sofa. She waited until her brother Orko was fully asleep, in a curled up cat-like position on the floor…and then, she slowly rose up over the top of the sofa, licking her chops. She wanted to pretend to eat Orko for dinner. Or maybe she wanted to do it? I don’t know.
Anyway, with a leap and a pounce, Furaha leapt onto Orko and roared at him. His eyes shot open as Furaha began to tickle him. “Tickle tickle tickle!” laughed Furaha. “AAAAAAAA!! No, please, stop!” shouted Orko, laughing and trying to struggle free on the couch, “I’m ticklish! No, stop!” “My cat like instincts told me to do so,” laughed Furaha as she tickled her brother even harder. Orko couldn’t help giggling as Furaha’s soft, fluffy fingers brushed the velvety fabric of his cloak. “If you had skin, I would tickle it too.” said Furaha over Orko’s laughter, “It’s a shame I can only see your skin on your arms, hands, fingers and ears.”
Orko pushed Furaha off him viciously. “You’re gonna get it, Furaha!” he cried, and he chased the squealing lioness cub around the living room. Furaha fell smack on the fluffy white carpet, and Orko began to tickle her tummy. “Aaaaah-hahahahahaha! Stop, please! I’m gonna…” As Orko was tickling her, Furaha showed her claws and began to grab his hand. “Oh my goodness, what a tight grip!” cried Orko as Furaha growled big cat style. Orko continued tickling her and began to spin her around on the floor. With his other hand, he put on cool red shades and used his tickling hand to spin Furaha round like a record. “Furaha-lini!” he kept repeating for minutes on end. At last, Furaha let go and ran away. Orko looked at his hand which tickled his sister. There were scratches all over it. With a bit of magic, he healed his scars. “Right, where’s that little scoundrel? I’m gonna give her a good tickling!” said Orko playfully, and went off to find his mischievous little sister.
