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Inside the log cabin, Orko’s wife, Dree-Elle, was watching her two Trollan kids, Isla and Syrup, playing with building blocks, when Orko came in with a dirty, dusty Furaha. “Daddy!” shouted the kids together. “But…who’s this strange cat?” asked Isla, the shy and curious of the two. “Kids, this is Furaha. She’s come to live with us due to a horrible life with her mother.” “That’s too bad, dear,” said Dree-Elle. “We’ll take good care of her and make sure she’s properly loved.” “Yeah, and make her the best relative of our family ever!” added in Syrup, who was always courageously fun. “Now, I’ll prepare dinner for you lot in a minute,” said Orko, “First I’m going to give Furaha a bath.”
Orko lead Furaha into a cosy little bathroom with a nice pristine white bathtub. Orko ran the bath and added lots of soft bubbles into the water, and as Furaha got in, she felt that the water was very warm. Surrounded by frothy, fluffy bubbles, Orko began getting out the almond milk shampoo and rubbing it all over Furaha’s dirty body, until she was covered in white foamy lather. “There,” said Orko, “I’ll get you all nice and clean.” Furaha felt soothed by the effect of the shampoo on her fur - Orko was even careful not to get some in her eyes. He got out a purple beaker, filled it with cool water and poured it over Furaha, causing the lather to be washed off her fur. She shook away the wetness and droplets flew onto Orko, causing him to laugh with her.
When Furaha got dry, Orko brushed her with a soft bristled brush, until her fur was sleek and smooth, and Furaha smelled really nice and wholesome again.
Once, in an ancient kingdom in China, there lived a beloved king and queen and their daughter, Furaha. Furaha’s parents loved her very much, and they spent a lot of time together. Every day was very happy…until that day in August.
One day, the king and queen received a letter from the state that they were no longer Furaha’s parents, and that they had to be sent away to a hospital to be sacrificed. They were too worried to even say their goodbyes to Furaha, but on that rainy evening, they said their farewells to Furaha as best as they could. “But you can’t leave. You’re my parents!” “No, we’re not. Not any more.” said the king. “But you need to know that we love you, no matter what. The only one who can care for you now is the stone spirit of Orko, an ancient wizard.” He handed Furaha a scroll with a spell written on it. “Say this spell, and he will be unleashed from his stone tomb.”
The king and queen turned around and left. They said their ‘I love you’’s, and the door shut before little Furaha. Taking the scroll under her arm, she went through the palace hallways to a huge green door with dragon patterns carved on it. She fingered the ancient patterns gently, then swung open the door - there, before her, was the Pool Of Spirits, and before her, was the stone statue of Orko, standing spiritual and ancient like he had suffered this for many years. Furaha knelt before the statue and prayed, reciting from the scroll:
“For what’s about to be unleashed,
May you be truly grateful to see.
Orko will protect you now on
Until your spirit’s dead and gone.”
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One night, toddler Furaha was tossing and turning in her sleep, then she woke up with a cry, which suddenly woke hr big brother Orko, who was sleeping right next to her. “Er…what is i-oh no, Furaha! What happened?” Furaha let out some little toddlerish mumbles. “Oh, you can’t sleep. We all have ways of trying to go to sleep sometimes, but I have another one of my awesome magical ways of helping people go to sleep. Wanna see it?” “Yay!” cheered toddler Furaha, clapping her paws.
Orko cracked his knuckles and used his magic to produce three bags, a picnic hamper and a thermos. “Oooooh!” gasped toddler Furaha. “Fancy, huh? Do you know why I have all this luggage with me?” Furaha shook her head. “It’s because we’re going to Honeydew Meadow, the quietest and most secluded place on Earth. Furaha let out a sigh of contentment. She loved quiet places, and so did Orko. “And with a little magic, I can transport us there.”
He lead his sister towards the luggage and wiggled his fingers in the air, reciting some magic words:
“Once this magic spell is through,
Take us both to Honeydew!”
Just as if nothing seemed to happen, Orko’s magic really did work - in a flash, he, Furaha and the luggage were transported to a magical and enchanted meadow, with the moon and stars shining down on them like a warm and tender smile. “Oooooohhh…” gasped toddler Furaha. “Do you like it? It’s a really beautiful place. No one ever goes there quite often…but now we do, and it’s just you and me. Come on, I’ll carry two bags and the picnic hamper. You carry one bag and the thermos. Be careful, it’s still hot.”
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One bright, sunny day, Furaha, Orko and Optimus were lying in the shade of the willow tree which lowered itself right over the water. The sun was so hot it could melt a thousand ice creams. The water looked cool and inviting though. The whole scene looked pretty quiet and welcoming, as it normally does when Furaha hangs out with Orko and Optimus. As Furaha lay in the grass, a million little thoughts dancing like ballerinas on the stage of her mind, something came in. It was as if another dancer wearing a leopard onesie strutted onto the stage, and the audience of emotions was laughing and wildly applauding its arrival.
“Hey Optimus,” said Furaha at last, “Do you ever get the feeling that we just aren’t complete without a….er….someone to keep us company?” “Who cares, Furaha?” said Optimus with a snort, “I think we’re better off as we are.” “No, I’m serious,” said Furaha, “Someone else may be coming to join us. It’s not like there’s a new character in the TV show that is called ‘life’.” “You mean the nature documentary?” asked Orko. “No! No no no, I meant someone else entering our life. The thing is, I’ve been having these strange dreams for a while now, and I’m certain someone is coming to join us.” “Someone?” asked Optimus, “Come on. What more could we want? We’re just fine by ourselves here!”
Furaha just smiled and went along with accepting that fact all by herself, but that question still roamed the outback of her mind like a wandering kangaroo looking for a piece of imagination to fit his puzzle: who is this strange someone roaming my head that’s looking for somewhere to live?