Somewhere beyond the rolling hills and meadows lies a beautiful countryside. The ground is carpeted with soft, green grass and decorated with perfume scented and coloured flowers. Near the river, beside the waterfall, lies a huge, Greek-style white walled pavilion. This is the home of Furaha, Orko, Optimus Prime, Hot Shot and Red Alert - and that pavilion is big enough for all of them.
Every day, Furaha, who was a lioness cub, and Orko, who was a Trollan wizard, would spend the morning cuddled up on Optimus’ lap as he gently touched and stroked them. They lazed about, sighing and purring as they felt Optimus’ giant fingers touch their small, delicate bodies. Hot Shot and Red Alert would always be fast asleep at this time, and Optimus would always gently say these words:
“Nature has laiden this paradise on its banquet table, and we are the people who roam it. As long as we have each other, thou shalt be there for one another no matter what. And it is here that we are together as one - my friends…Furaha and Orko. Should you lay down your lives for me, you shall be turned into angels who’ll roam the Heavens. For you’ll be like good children to me, and yet to my kin, you’re still good children.”
Other parts of the day were dedicated to when they woke up from their delicate nap. They would always race around the pavilion playing tag, and they would say a delightful ‘Good Morning’ to Hot Shot and Red Alert. Hot Shot would often compliment them for being so full of energy, while Red Alert would joke that they wouldn’t eat anything should they develop this much excitement. Furaha and Orko would wander outside the pavilion into the far countryside, where they would splash in the river and shower under the waterfall. Red Alert would stay behind and watch while Hot Shot and Optimus splashed freely in the cool, fresh water with their friends. Furaha and Orko would run free in the meadow, rolling down hills and smelling fresh, gentle flowers that grew in the long green grass. Furaha would make flower crowns which took her a few minutes, but she would give one to Optimus and one to Orko. A cry of “Hey! What about me?” would ring out from Hot Shot, so Furaha would make one for him. Furaha, Orko, Optimus and Hot Shot would gaze away up into the sky and watch the clouds slowly float past, their presence causing shapes to form within them. All the time, Furaha would close her eyes and imagine all the wondrous possibilities she’d find if she were an angel in Heaven. She would be the one moulding the clouds into various shapes, and Orko would put them out into the sky so that those cloudgazing could see them properly. On the other side of the valley there was a place where other lion and lioness cubs like to run free and play together. Furaha and Orko were all too happy to agree to what the cubs had on offer. Some of them were playing hide and seek, some were playing tag, and some were just running around tumbling over one another. Furaha and Orko were always the ones who’d enjoy these games more than anything, and when Optimus or Hot Shot joined in, all the cubs would pounce onto them and tackle them to the ground, chasing them until they had them fully pinned, tickling them all over again. Furaha and Orko would enjoy playing with the cubs, as it was a sign that whether youth should run free and stay young, or whether they should grow old and leave the place behind, Furaha and Orko would never grow old there.
On rainy days, everyone would shelter under the pavilion (the lion cubs would go home to their forest habitat), and Furaha and Orko would relax on Optimus’ lap, feeling his fingers stroke them as they purred and sighed softly. The sound of the rain and the heavy breathing of Hot Shot and Red Alert added to the good impression of this being a soothing time for our two friends, because there was never a dull moment, even during soothing times.
When the sun set, Optimus would tuck Furaha and Orko into their soft, cosy little bed big enough for the two of them, and he would lie down beside them, whispering a lullaby to them. Hot Shot and Red Alert would fall asleep with their leader, snug and safe under the shelter of the pavilion, which kept them protected from nature’s forces whether wind, rain or snow.
Someday, all people would live there should the earth experience a massive worldwide drought, and maybe they can see Furaha and Orko too…but don’t worry, it won’t happen for a long time…won’t it?
THE END.
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