Wizardmon's Child - Part 2: Meet Wizardmon & Gatomon

It was Winter in the Digital World, and the whisper of the wind echoed through the countryside as snowflakes tumbled down from the grey sky. A blanket of snow brought silence to this peaceful world. Laughter rang out in the distance. Near a cosy little cottage on a hill, little Gatomon was rolling and running about in the snow, enjoying herself and having a great time. She picked up a handful of snow and threw it in the air, falling onto her back and laughing in joy. Suddenly, she heard a wise voice calling her: “Gatomon! Come in! It’s freezing cold outside!” “Okay!” called Gatomon, and ran indoors past her best friend Wizardmon. Wizardmon was the wisest Digimon in the Digital World, and was never prouder of his home, his best friend and his love for her. His heart filled with love and happiness, he and Gatomon lived humbly in the shelter of their cottage, sometimes wandering the countryside and being at one with nature, which is exactly what he teaches Gatomon every day.

Wizardmon's Child - Part 1: The First Child Raised By Digimon

Long ago, in a peaceful land known as the Digital World, screams of pain rang out from inside an igloo. Rain poured heavily as thunder crashed and lightning flashed like seizure lights you’d see on the telly. An innocent female Frigimon was giving birth in her igloo. She pushed hard, and she screamed loudly, a pounding pain in her head. Then, once she gave birth, she was faced with the saddest news ever - her child was a stillborn. Frigimon held the baby close to her bosom and cried. Years later, she was on the hunt for another child. In the forest, deep and wide, was a small baby with a forest of black hair crying in his basket. She picked him up and cuddled him. When embraced in her warmth, he stopped crying, and began to laugh with her. She, her son and his brother Falcomon spent every day playing with the smaller Digimon and laughing together. However, the sad part was, when Keenan died in adulthood, so did Frigimon and Falcomon, who promised they’d always be there for him. Let’s skip forward to a few years later, because this is where our story begins….

Apology

I like learning and doing stories with my teacher.

I am really sorry for what I said in one of my previous blog posts. It's just that sometimes, I get frustrated.

When My Support Worker Met The Pupper

Today my support worker S and I went to take Mylo out for another tiring, exhausting walk. Mylo kept doing the Zoomies, and I was glad I didn't have to pick up his poo, because S did it for me. Good on you, S! When our usual routine came, I decided on the chance to get ballpoint pens and a My Little Pony doll. She did buy me pens alright, but she also brought me - not me, her daughter - a Barbie doll. No ponies to be found! All the ponies have been wiped out from the earth, extinct, I tell you, GONE! Not real ones, 'cause they're still living.

And now, I'm going to spend the rest of the afternoon relaxing and watching ReBoot...that is until S-N-A-C-K time for the Mylo....

Orko Goes To Australia - Part 1: Orko Takes Off

Here I am, on the way to Australia. I am going via plane, and boy it is a joy to fly there. The flight was long, and it felt like I was part of the changing skies. My name is Orko, and I am on vacation to the best place in the world besides Japan, or Canada. Australia! Where there’s lots of good TV, good food and even more amazing animals! While sitting on the plane, I thought to myself about what Australia would smell, taste and sound like. It certainly won’t smell like dirty nappies, as far as the babies aboard the plane are concerned. Eeeeww! Who would ever think of a thought? Ha! I slumped back in my chair as the plane flew over the ocean and felt drool drip in my unseen jaws. It was sticky and slobbery, and that meant I was going to be sick. I felt my eye pupils spin round and round, as if I felt dizzy and fainted. Quickly I grabbed my barf bag and upchucked. I nearly vomited all over my scarf, but a little splashed onto it, so there was no need to worry.