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Orko & The Crybaby Cub
Orko woke first thing in the morning to the sound of his baby sister Furaha crying. He stretched, rubbed his yellow Trollan eyes and floated in a wobbly way out of bed towards Furaha’s cot. When he had managed to wake up a little, he peered over the cot to see Furaha crying. Furaha looked up at her caretaker and smiled at him. Orko produced a purple and red rattle from his sleeve and shook it gently. How baby Furaha laughed! Orko placed the rattle in the cot and picked up his little sister. “Aaawwww, who’s a cuddly little baby?” he smiled under his shadowed face as he tickled and snuggled his baby sister. “Come on, let’s go downstairs and get you some nice, warm milk.”
And they did. As Orko fed Furaha her bovine-produced breakfast of the morning, he said things like, “Does baby want her bottle?” and “Aaaawwww, you must be hungry after a long, long night.” No sooner had Furaha finished her bottle that she started hiccuping. Orko knew exactly what to do. His experiences of working in a nursery back on Trolla had given him enough chances so he can thump baby Furaha on her back to bring up her wind. BUUURRRRP! Orko waved his hand in front of his shadowed face. “Phew! Your burps are even smellier than a hippo’s!” he laughed. “Just kidding, they’re adorable little burps.”
After breakfast, Orko sat down on the sofa and relaxed with Furaha in his arms. As Kiburi and Ua spent their time doing all the housework - ‘cause that’s what lion parents do - Orko was only too happy to cuddle Furaha like a father does to his baby. “You’re the most beautiful baby in the whole world - almost like a cuddle in lion form,” explained Orko to his sister, “You’re what a cuddle looks like, what with your soft fur and your pretty little face and everything. You’re really snuggly too, like an extra blanket covered a cat and it resulted in you. Almost like Kiburi and Ua have made you with their bare paws! As if babies come from the womb indeed - all babies were made with craftwork and craftsmanship and craftology and craftetica and other stuff like that.” Holding baby Furaha under his arm, he let his sister take hold of one of his bony fingers. “Aaaaawww,” sighed Orko softly, “It’s a snuggly little paw.” He giggled a little. “And a bit tickly too!” Then while she giggled with her brother, Furaha lifted up one of her hind paws in front of Orko’s face. “You have nice little feet. Mind if I tickle them?” Furaha was happy to let him tickle her, and he did. “Coochie-coochie-coochie-coochie-coo!” he cooed, “Aaaaawwww, who’s a nice little baby cub?!” Baby Furaha laughed hysterically with her brother, who hugged her so tight he fell over onto the sofa and was out of breath by the time he hugged Furaha to his wimpy little soul. He poked little Furaha gently on her button nose and said, “Aaaawwww, little button. You’re a little cuddly button. You’re also a little teddy bear.” Orko hugged Furaha gently, close to his body. “My soft, sweet, warm teddy bear.” He felt so tired hugging baby Furaha that he fell fast asleep almost instantly, with Furaha falling asleep on top of him.
“Look at Orko - he’s so adorable when he sleeps with our baby daughter.”
“We’d best not disturb him while we do our housework for today. Get out a blanket, Ua, and cover him up snuggly.”
“Yes, sweetheart.”
When Orko awoke that night, Furaha wasn’t crying at all. She was still peacefully asleep on his body, sliding down it just as Orko sat up again. Orko managed to catch her in time, and gave her another soft hug. “There. That’s better,” he yawned as he snuggled down to sleep. Both of them were asleep on the sofa for a whole night, and when they woke up the next morning, Orko may have felt groggy, but still, he loved Furaha more than anyone else in the world.
THE END.
Hola: A Postcard To Orko
Dear Orko,
Last night I listened to a CD called Latin Dreamland. It made me very emotional, because some of the gentle songs made me think about all the good times I spent with you, and how you gave me a bath every time Ua told you to. You always commented on how smelly I was while washing me, and you staged battles between my rubber duck and my plastic toy boat. That’s one way to entertain a baby. I also remembered when you cradled me in my arms and whispered soft, reassuring words into my little baby ears when I started crying. You’re better than any stork who delivers a baby. You are my caretaker. And best of all…my big brother.
Love,
Your sister,
Furaha
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