Late one evening, when the sun had gone down and the sky was a pinkish orange, Furaha and Orko were running freely across the grasslands, playing a game of tag. Orko, being a wizard, was fast, but Furaha was even faster. Suddenly, Furaha fell over. She bumped her arm! She screamed in pain, and Orko went up to see her. Furaha was crying as Orko held her in his arms. There was a huge bruise on where she had bumped herself. “Furaha, are you alright?” “No, I’m not, I’ve bumped my arm…” she wept. “I know, it’s a shame.” Orko reassured to the crying cub.
Later, Orko set up a campfire and settled Furaha in front of it. He then placed his softest, gentlest hand on Furaha’s bruised arm and said, “Us Trollans always know what to do when someone’s hurt her arm. Hold still now.” And he chanted:
“Rub rub lioness cub.
Rub rub lioness cub.
Rub rub lioness cub,
Rarr, rarrr, rarr.”
“Is it working?” asked Furaha. “Not yet.” said Orko, and he chanted all over again:
“Rub rub lioness cub,
Rub rub lioness cub,
Rub rub lioness cub,
Rarr, rarr, rarr.”
Furaha suddenly felt a tingling in her arm. She clenched her teeth as it stung for a little while, and then, when she looked down, she found that the bruise was gone and the pain had disappeared. “Orko! You genius!” cheered Furaha, and she hugged her friend tight. “You’re right. You know a lot about medicine and curing people as much as your people do.” Orko yawned. “Yeah, I think you’re right.” And with that said and done, and with Furaha’s pain and bruises out of the way, Furaha and Orko snuggled next to each other, and fell asleep.
Orko looked at his calendar and sighed in relief. “It’s the weekend,” he remarked, “An entire day to stay in my pyjamas and do whatever I want.” Orko went into the cupboard and emerged wearing a clean blue and white pyjama top and hat, followed by a long stretch and a yawn. While he wandered through the palace, he saw Prince Adam and Cringer watching TV in the lounge. Under his shadowed face, a smile appeared on Orko as he watched. Prince Adam was in his pyjamas too.
Orko went to the palace kitchens and began to pop some popcorn in the microwave. He got out a bottle of Coke that was in the fridge, and a leftover slice of chocolate cake that Chef Allan baked for tea yesterday. Once the popcorn had finished poppin’, Orko carried all his snacks to his bedroom and went back to bed, exhausted but relaxed. He used his magic to conjure up a TV so he could watch Thundercats, and ate his popcorn and drank his Coke, and finished off with his lovely slice of chocolate cake. “I wonder what Cheese is doing on pyjama day?” he asked himself.
At Cheese and Crackers’ house, Cheese was celebrating the weekend too - he was sitting on the sofa eating a bowl of Ghostbusters Cereal and watching this morning’s episode of He Man. “Go, He Man!” he cheered as he watched He Man battle the villainous, name-calling bonehead known remarkably to all as Skeletor. “I wonder if Orko will be there?” he asked himself as he tried to keep an eye out for his favourite character, who was annoying to some. Still, both Cheese and Orko were excited, and knew today was a good old day.
One day, Cheese was playing happily in the bath with his boat and rubber duck. It was such a lot of fun, as bathtime was his favourite time of the day besides playing with Orko. “Cheese!” called his mum, “Don’t forget to wash your hair!” “Alright,” called Cheese. He loved to use his favourite Roo Doo shampoo, as it makes his hair into wacky new styles. The foam was coloured green too, and Cheese loved how silly he looked when he looked in the mirror on the side of the bath.
Just then, there was a loud POOF! And his best friend Orko appeared right in front of him. “Orko!” shouted Cheese, “Fancy seeing you here!” “I see you’re using Roo Doo, is that correct?” asked Orko. “Yep, my favourite and best,” said Cheese. “I would love to help you make wild hairstyles. Oh, wait, hang on, let me fetch a few things.” Orko went into the kitchen and got out some chocolate sauce, some colourful fruity cereal and some gummy worms. He poured the chocolate sauce on Orko’s head, then sprinkled it with gummy worms and fruity cereal. “There. How do you look?” asked Orko, handing the mirror to Cheese so he can admire himself, “Awesome!” shouted Cheese, “Thanks, Orko!”
“Cheese?” called his mother from the other room. “Is everything okay?” “Uh oh, better go, bye for now,” said Orko, poofing away back home. “Bye, Orko!” called Cheese. He was going to get into trouble for this, but he didn’t mind. Orko and Cheese loved using cereal, gummy pieces and chocolate sauce to make wacky hairdos, even out of the bath. To Cheese’s disgust, his mum washed off everything Orko prepared and made him all nice and clean again.
Once upon a time in the jungle, Orko sat in a jungle clearing and watched as toddler Furaha played happily, chasing a little butterfly around. She stumbled and fell a couple of times, but she wasn’t hurt, and Orko laughed with her antics. Then Orko looked up at the sky - the bright tropical sun was setting slowly, and when he looked over to his little sister, she was getting tired too. Orko allowed her to climb up onto his shoulders as he made his way through the jungle back to their treetop nest.
They saw many beautiful sights along the way. They passed a bush full of blue butterflies which burst into flight when Orko gently reached out to touch them. They saw a huge rock with ancient cave paintings which told a story of a lion king’s rise as heir of the throne. But the best thing they encountered on their way as it got dark, was the waterfall. Orko floated up towards the waterfall and saw his misty, rippled reflection in its curtained shade, all silvery and misty. The water felt smooth and crystal blue when Orko touched it. It divided into lots of huge ripples which widened out as far as a boat can sail. Just the sight of it made Furaha feel really, really sleepy, so Orko decided to continue on his way.
At last, they made it back to their treetop nest, and Orko snuggled among the leaves, holding Furaha in his arms, cuddling her and lifting her high above him. At last, he settled her next to him and she snuggled next to her, fast asleep and dreaming the sweetest, loveliest dreams, as they listened to the lullaby of nature fill the air.
One morning, Furaha and Orko were playing quietly in the living room when suddenly the lightbulb in the ceiling lamp started flickering, and then it doused out like an audience volunteer in a disappearing act. “Oh no! The light’s out!” cried Furaha, “Can you do something about it, Orko?” “One magical spell coming right up!” said Orko. He cracked his knuckles and flew up to the lamp, saying:
“Magic light
Oh so bright,
Use your fuse to-”
BUMP! Orko suddenly banged his arm on the lamp and screamed in pain. “Orko!” cried Furaha. “What happened?” “I bumped my arm,” said Orko. “Well, magic isn’t really required to fix a lightbulb,” said Kiburi. “Furaha, you send Orko to bed and make sure he’s well, while I fix the lightbulb.”
Furaha did send Orko to bed, and as he got himself comfortable, Furaha gave him multiple kisses on his bumped arm like a certain Youtuber with his Golden Retriever. She entertained him in the best ways possible - she told him her funniest stories and sang him gentle lullabies. She put on a puppet show using his teddy Mr Fuzzikins and her unicorn Pinklight Sparkle. But Orko’s arm still hurts from being bumped. Furaha decided to get some bandages from his sleeve and, using her incredible first aid skills, she put Orko’s arm in bandages and a sling. “Thank you, Furaha, a sling is all I need, but nothing makes me better than your love for me.” “Ah, love. The greatest gift in the world,” sighed Furaha as she felt her eyes grow heavy. She got into bed beside Orko as he lay down and relaxed with his bandaged arm, and soon both of them were fast asleep.
“And hopefully,” said Furaha to you, “Orko will feel better soon.”
Once upon a time, in a kingdom ruled by lions, a deadly disease spread amongst the peaceful denizens. Most of them fell ill and died, but those who were lucky to be alive had to flee the kingdom to seek refuge somewhere else. At that time, the queen of the kingdom had given birth to a beautiful baby daughter named Furaha. She feared for her safety, as the disease was spreading like wildfire around the kingdom. Things got worse when her husband developed terrible symptoms and died, so she had to do something - and fast!
She fled the kingdom carrying her daughter under her arms. She ran for a long time, until she was far away from the kingdom. She noticed a lovely little cottage deep in the country and left her baby on the doorstep, but while she ran away to seek refuge, she fell to her knees, coughed, vomited and died on the spot.
The baby was left alone and crying, but luckily she didn’t die or catch the disease. The door to the cottage opened and a small Trollan wizard named Orko peered out. He saw the poor babe crying and alone, and gently picked her up. “Aaaaawwww, are you alone, little guy? Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.” He noticed the babe’s name on the basket. “Furaha. Sounds like a good name. I think we’ll go by that name from now on.” Orko took the cub into his warm, cosy cottage.
He gave the baby a bath with lots of bubbles and even a rubber duck, fed her some milk and tucked her into his warm, cosy, soft bed, safe in the knowledge that she’ll never have to catch this stupid disease ever again. This was an adventure for him…
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There was a chill in the air. Frost was on the window pane of the house of Furaha and her friends Orko and Optimus Prime, and there was no sound but the gentle whisper of Winter wind on the breeze. Inside their cosy, warm bedroom, Furaha, Orko and Optimus were lying in their bed, safe from the Winter chill, lying under the big, thick duvet on the strong mattress big enough and huge enough to fit all three - even an Autobot.
No one was safer than Furaha and Orko, who were safely tucked beside Optimus listening to the Winter wind outside and Optimus’ gentle, deep breathing syncing in time to the breeze. “Orko…are you awake?” whispered Furaha. Orko woke to the smell of Furaha’s morning breath. “Eurgh, watch where you aim that morning breath. It’s so smelly it’ll take down a thousand buildings.” yawned Orko. “Sorry,” said Furaha, “I think we feel safe and warm in this lovely, soft bed. Jack Frost’s chilly touch won’t get us there. We feel encapsulated in the warmth of our lovely house, surrounded by the warmest sheets and the most caring caregiver in the world.” “I agree,” sighed Orko, “I could really go for a mug of cocoa.” “I don’t know when we’ll wake up today,” yawned Furaha with a gentle sigh, “All we could do is lie there and wait for-” “Could you excuse me?” asked Orko, “I need to go to the toilet.”
Orko went off to the bathroom while Furaha rolled over onto her back and moved her arms behind her head. “That Orko,” she sighed, “I’m sure he’ll be back with a nice, warm mug of cocoa. My throat is so dry.” But Furaha didn’t mind, she loved Orko, even if he didn’t like her morning breath.
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One day, toddler Furaha was skipping and twirling around the living room like a ballerina fairy princess. She was even dressed like one, with a crown, tutu and wand. Orko was too happy to watch, as she perfected her ballet skills with twinkly steps and jumps and plies, until she fell over with a THUD! Onto her tummy. “Oh dear oh dear,” said Orko, helping Furaha up, “What you need is a bit of help. Let’s use the cutesy names I call you to help you dance.”
First, Orko taught Furaha a dance based on his cutesy ballet name ‘Little Tippytoes’. Furaha tiptoed quietly across the room as Orko floated slowly beside her. Next was the dance move based on ‘Sleeping Beauty’ - it was really simple. Furaha and Orko put their heads on their hands and pretended to be asleep, while swaying to and fro, to and fro, and humming to the tune of ‘The Sugar Plum Fairy’. Then came the exciting part - the ‘Fairy Princess’! Furaha and Orko ran and floated around the room together like real fairy royalty, skipped and twirled around the living room and spun round and round together, until…
BANG! Furaha had stubbed her little toe on the sofa! “Oh, oh dear,” said Orko. He produced some bandages and sweet smelling ointment from his sleeve and applied them gently to Furaha’s poor toe. Then he went into the kitchen and came back with a slice of chocolate cake and a lovely cool glass of milk. “Doing ballet is fun, but next time, I think we should clear the room before you even try dancing. Heck, maybe I should call you ‘Tippytoes Twinkle’ from now on!” Orko laughed and hugged Furaha to his chest. Unbeknownst to them, Furaha’s fairy wand was magic, too…
One rainy night in a peaceful London penthouse, Furaha was asleep in her bed when she heard tapping on the door. She turned on her rainbow nightlight and went downstairs to investigate the noise. She opened the front door and found a Trollan wizard with dirty clothes named Orko shivering in the wetness. Furaha allowed him in and changed him into some cosy blue pyjamas with a golden scarf which she made herself, for she was into fashion and loved making clothes. She then invited her into bed with her so he doesn’t feel alone at night.
The next morning, Furaha decided that Orko should have a bath - in his new clothes! She wasn’t fussy about clothes being spoiled, so she ran a bubble bath and let him splash around with her yellow rubber duck. Once she had dried him and let him change into a glamorous white cloak and hat with a red scarf, they sat down to breakfast. Because Londoners were very good at manners, Furaha taught Orko how to eat his cornflakes properly with a spoon. Orko was eager to learn, and elegantly spooned down his cornflakes. But the hilarious part came when Orko dunked a piece of toast into the milk and ate it, causing both of them to laugh.
Minutes later after their meal, Furaha and Orko sat down in the comfy bed together and read from Furaha’s fairy tale book the story of The Brave Little Tailor, which was every fashionista’s favourite fairy tale. The tailor in the story himself saved an entire town from a giant! After the story was over, Orko promised to always be Furaha’s friend, and helped out with her latest fashion design projects, which she made for Rainbow Inc somewhere near Buckingham Palace.
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Toddler Furaha was very small. She was too small to do all the things big kids do, like painting with brushes, eating with a knife and fork and writing stories, like I’m doing now. When the big kids shun her and say she can’t join in their games, she turns to Orko so she can play with the only big kid wizard she knows. And the best thing about being small is that she can fit comfortably in Orko’s thin, weak, blue arms.
Orko was too weak and too fragile to be a proper Master Of The Universe back on Eternia, but here on Earth, he loves his toddler sister so much, and has the freedom to do anything he wants. In his arms lies his sister, who is tired out from an exhausting day of being shunned by the big kids and then running off to play with him. The way they bond is a sight to behold. Orko strokes Furaha’s fluffy tummy and tickles her so she laughs and hugs her brother around his unseen neck. Orko strokes her back and comfortably cradles her in his arms, feeling his fragility connect with his sister’s own, for their kin is similar inside, but under the skin, they’re both the same.
They lie amongst a pile of pillows and blankets and snuggle together in the light of the sun shining through the window of their bedroom. Furaha, as a toddler, is bonded to her brother in words indescribable. Orko has discovered that the real magic lies in the magic found in his sister’s eyes, as she understands that he’ll always take care of her, love her and play with her, no matter what happens. At last, tired from bonding, the two friends fall safely fast asleep.
It was the day of the holiday of Furaha and her three friends Orko, Optimus and Baby Marvin, and they were all very excited. The hotel was big enough for all four of them, especially an Autobot, and when they entered their suite, they could hardly believe their eyes. The bed was a pure, silky white, and there was a fridge full of chocolate and drinks and sausage rolls. There was a small chocolate on each of their pillows, and next to the bed was a bucket of champagne in ice. “Ooh-la-la!” swooned Orko.
The best part about the hotel room was the spa bath. It was shaped just like a hot tub, and there were 9 different sets of bubble baths in the cupboard - lemon, lavender, bubble bath and so much more. Optimus fingered the pure white towels, and Orko, Furaha and Baby Marvin felt how soft they were. Afterwards, the friends tried out the spa bath, which was filled to the brim with bubbles. Orko, as always, had his clothes on in the tub! The friends made bubble bath beards and bubble bath hats, until they got dry in the soft white towels. Orko got changed in the cupboard to a new red velvet hat and a soft white dressing gown with a golden scarf.
Everyone sat in the suite and had a little picnic of chocolate, sausage rolls and fizzy drinks, just like posh people in a mansion. As for the chocolates on their pillows, Furaha, Orko and Marvin fed each other the chocolates, which had sticky white cream filling in the middle. After a whole day of posh luxuries, everyone felt tired and clambered into the big, strong, soft bed. Snug and safe and in complete luxury, they all fell fast asleep.