Trading Halloween Contest ! Dreamies up for Grabs! WINNERS ON FIRST POST!

[saramew]

Hello, my name is Sara! I live in Cat Land and my dreamie I'd hope to win would be Lolly (if I get Lolly before the deadline my 2nd option in Beau).

Forgive me for any typos or grammar mistakes, it's 3 AM, zzz... (Also sorry for the huge wall of text)! ;o;~!

Spoiler: Task 1

On April 5th, eight days after being born, Lolly's eyes gently opened to reveal the bright and comfy world she was brought into. Although Lolly was too weak to show it, she was ecstatic to finally see the faces of her mother and siblings. She had fantasized about what kind of cat her mother was; her mother was very gentle with her and provided Lolly with so much warmth. As days went by, the images around her became more clear and her hearing sharp.

Lolly's mother was exactly who she had imagined; her 3 siblings were so cute! To her surprise, there were also humans in her home though they were extremely quiet and were hardly around. When they were home, the humans refrained from touching them. "Maybe they don't want to interfere, but my mommy is all I need," is what Lolly thought at the time.

About a month later, she would be quite hungry... since it was time to start eating real foods, Lolly's growing body demanded more than she in-took. Her mother would have a hard time making meals for all her kittens, because standing for long periods of time was too demanding on her frail knees. Seeing her mother and her siblings starve hurt Lolly more than the pains from lacking nutrition; so, Lolly left the house to search for food (despite her mother's warnings of danger). After struggling to reach the tops of trees, she returned with her town's fruit- apples. When she presented them to her family, her siblings refused to eat the skin. But, Lolly had gotten this far! She struggled, but she managed to messily shave the apples' skins. Her siblings then laughed and teased her for creating such 'ugly apples', but the look on their faces when they tasted such delicious fruit made her heart race. Her mom, on the other hand, gave her a sheepish smile and very slowly ate the apple... driving Lolly to set a goal to make such a great meal, her mother will be excited when eating her food too.

Lolly became quite the traveler and collected all sorts of fruits from different towns as the days went by, but also learned new ways to cook and present food in appetizing ways. Not only was cooking enjoyable for her, but she became interested in traveling. Lolly would return, giving her family delicious meals and stories of the outside world. As her mother realized how much she enjoyed other towns, she spoke with Lolly about living on her own. Lolly was opposed; her mother couldn't cook or it would hurt her! Also, she wondered why her mind had changed from when she was a kitten... Again, the sheepish smile.

Some days after, her mother confessed that she had been sick and the humans who accompanied the kitty family were unable to afford her treatment, causing them to work longer hours to make money. Unfortunately, Lolly's mother's sickness had gotten out of hand, causing her to go blind. The young kitties were hysterical with tears and worry... Lolly had never felt emotional pain like that before. From seeing her family sad, she shed tears in sympathy.

As she grew older, she realized she and her siblings were at the age where they moved out to live on their own. Her siblings were all moved out and lived in fancy new towns that were ran by humans. The humans that currently lived with Lolly and her mother were finally able to start treating the mother who had been surviving remarkably well. She felt it was about time to venture out and widen her knowledge of cooking. Her mother's only suggestion was she moved to a town with a police station to keep Lolly safe.

Lolly boarded a train to go look at nearby towns before deciding where to move. Rover, a friendly cat around her age, befriended her and went over her options. "I know a place that meets your needs; there's a lot going on, there's all kinds of fruits everywhere, and there's a police station! It's called Cat Land!" he said. As Lolly returned home that night, she cooked dinner with the fruits she had sampled from the said town. "It looks beautiful," she claimed as Lolly presented it in front of her. Lolly giggled, as she knew her mother couldn't see. Her mother shakily took the first bite, which evoked a big smile on her face. She described it as delicious.


"I see you've made your decision on where to live! I'm glad I could suggest something to you that worked out. I have a friend that lives there too, her name is Sara."

Based off of her quote here and her info here.

 

[cIementine]

^^ That is beautiful o: I loved that so much c:

 

[saramew]

^^ That is beautiful o: I loved that so much c:

Oh my gosh, thank you so much. uwu I'm a little embarrassed...

 

[cIementine]

I think Lolly will be in your hands very soon xD

 

[Cloud Arcanine]

Ah don't be embarrassed that was great !

 

[saramew]

I think Lolly will be in your hands very soon xD

That would be incredible... (◡ω◡♥)

*Yawn*~ now it is time for me to sleep. Good night, and good luck to everyone!

 

[JellyBeans]

That would be incredible... (◡ω◡♥)

*Yawn*~ now it is time for me to sleep. Good night, and good luck to everyone!

You know, Lolly has moved into my town and I'll be cycling her outt

 

[reyy]

ALRIGHTTASK1LETSGO
As I said before, I'm fine with Rosie or Tangy as my villager.

''I'm gonna get you, Rosie!''
Her brother yelled loudly, running after her. ''I'm the Queen of Cat-Tag, you will never get me!'' Rosie squealed. ''Look out!'' Tangy frowned as Rosie ran face-first into a tree. ''Huehuehue!'' Tangy's sister giggled. ''Owwowwoww! Mommy!'' Rosie whined. ''Are you okay?'' Tangy asked as she walked over to her. Shortly, Rosie's mom came out. ''You've been playing rough again?'' She dabbed some ice on Rosie's forehead where she was bleeding. ''We were playing Cat-Tag, but Rosie wasn't looking where she was going. Me and my brother Tangerine tried to warn her, and so did Rosie's brother but it was too late.'' Tangy explained. ''Mom, I'm fine!'' Rosie whined. ''No, you have to come inside and take a rest darling! Tangy, Tangerine, And Thorn, come on inside!'' Rosie's mom said sweetly. The group of children skipped inside, humming. ''Can I go take out our legos, Mom?'' Thorn asked. ''Of course, honey.'' His mom replied. ''Tangerine, come on! We can try and make a better castle than the girls!'' Thorn said, excited. ''Awesome, come on lets go!'' Tangerine replied. The two cats scooted upstairs, and Rosie and Tangy sprinted to the living room to wait for the boys.

Ten minutes later, the boys returned, carrying a large box of legos.
''Sweet! BUILD OFF, GO!'' Thorn and Tangerine dropped the box, and Rosie and Tangy started running and grabbing blocks.
Within an hour, both of the teams have built a giant fort. ''Mom, can Tangy and Tangerine stay over for the night?'' Rosie and Tangy asked simaltaneously. ''Of course, darlings. But where will they sleep?''
''IN THE PILLOW FORT!'' The kids threw a bunch of pillows in their forts,and jumped into them. ''Give us a blanket and we can sleep safe and sound!'' Tangy said, followed by Tangerine saying ''I DIBS ON UPSTAIRS FORT SPOT!'' and climbing up the mini-lego ladder on the 2nd floor. ''Tangy, you can sleep on the top floor!'' said a very excited Rosie.

At midnight, a rustling was heard at the window. Then, a very loud shattering glass sound could be heard. It awoke the whole family. Where the children were sitting, a giant masked thief had entered the house. ''MOVE.'' a deep voice said, as he crushed the fort where the children were supposud to sleep. ''EEK!'' They all screamed, and ran upstairs. ''Children, hide!'' Rosie's mother whispered, and they all split up and hid. A few hours later, you could hear a person exiting the home. ''Its safe to come out now..'' Rosie said to Tangy via a walkie-talkie. They slowly creeped downstairs, where the fort was destroyed and all of their things were robbed.

''We'll sort out your stolen property soon, Madam.'' Copper said, saluting.
''M-Miss, This town i-isn't very safe a-anymore.. W-We recommend leaving the t-town for now..'' Booker said shyly.
''But all our stuff is here!'' Tangy and Rosie whined. A knock on the door was heard. ''Tangy? Tangerine? Are you there?'' Tangy ran to the door and opened it to a short cat, that had traits of an orange. ''Darling, when I heard you were robbed, I came over as quickly as I could.. but there was lots of traffic.'' Tangy and Tangerine ran into her arms, hugging her tightly. ''Madam, we need you to move out. This town is under close eye of the government, which means you need permission to exit your home. We highly recommend the option of moving out.'' Copper said. ''Couldn't we put our children under care in another town? We have jobs and we can't move..'' Tangy and Rosie's mothers said. ''That c-could be an option...'' Booker whispered, but everyone heard it.

''Mom, I swear I'll come back soon. Rosie's brother and Tangerine will keep me company!'' Tangy squealed. ''Honey, promise me you'll be careful'' Tangy's mother sniffled. ''Rosie, your moving to that nice town of Hawaii, am I right?'' Rosie's mom said, blowing her nose into a handkerchief. ''Yep! Oh, here comes our train. I've got the phone you gave to me, Tangy, Thorn and Tangerine in my pocket. We'll be calling you, and each other.'' Rosie said. They all jumped onto the train, waving their mothers goodbye. ''I wish my dad was here.. I hope he's alright in the army.'' Tangy said, as she sat down next to Rosie. ''Yea.. I hope my dads fine in that war..'' Thorn said to Tangerine. For the rest of the trip, they were talking about the towns they were moving to. ''Oh.. Heres my stop..'' Rosie frowned, as she got up and waved to her friends. ''Hawaii.. Here I come.'' As she stepped out of the train, she was greeted by a orange-haired young lady. ''Hello, You are Rosie, am I correct?''

[PS: By children I mean 'tween-teens.' Like, they're aged 13-15.]
Whaddyathink

 

[Ida]

Oh i Forgot to say the villager i want if i (wont happen i know) win this. Its Kabuki sama.

 

[Qwertj]

GGA, re: task 1, is it supposed to be about my favourite villager out of the ones I already have in town, or is it supposed to be my dreamie coming to my town? I assumed it was the former, but if it's the latter then I'll try to rewrite my task 1 before deadline. Sorry to bother! [And I'm glad you enjoyed my Halloween story! ]

 

[Cloud Arcanine]

No you were right I meant your favourite villager currently in your town.

 

[reyy]

Do I have to rewrite mine? I spent alot of time on that one.. I'd hate to rewrite it. But if I have to I will. :/ I thought you write about the villager who is your dreamsie..

 

[Cloud Arcanine]

Nah ! don't worry I plan on changing the rules a little so you can right about either for task 1 anyway

 

[cIementine]

I might do task one about how Fauna came to my town as well c:
*I'm still good with Merengue as my dreamie* xD

Fauna was the most beautiful creature in the forest, she stood majestically upon others, yet wasn't bothered about her beauty. That was something that people admired about her: her modesty. Whenever she danced elegantly into the forest, the birds started chirping and the other woodland creatures started singing. Fauna didn't care for expensive and shallow things, the only three things she cared for were the forest, her family, and her friends.
As the Autumn began, Fauna went to pick the seasonal wildflowers for her Mother's bouquet. She had too few paws to hold all of the flowers, so brought with her her best friends, Molly and Zell. Anyone who saw the bond between Zell and Fauna would assume a romantic relationship, but at least they knew that they were nothing more than great friends. Molly would spend time with the two sharing pond stories near the forests' waters.
The sun started to set when Fauna journeyed home, but she never let the dark hours stop her. In fact, she enjoyed the night time a great deal. Watching the sleeping animals, the glimmering water, it was a stunning time of day to Fauna.
"Hello Mother." Fauna said in a melodic voice. When Fauna sang, it was almost like the world stopped to listen to her.
"Did you get the flowers, dearie?" Asked her Mother, Fiona.
"Oh yes, I did, Mother. I do hope you like them." Fauna smiled. "How is Doena?"
"Well, she is starting to walk, but she seems to be struggling." Her Mother replied, adressing Fauna's baby sister.
"The first step is always the hardest."
"Hm. That's quite right, but I hope yours is a little easier..." Her Mother muttered.
"Oh deer, I made mine quite a few years ago, mother.." Fauna laughed.
"Actually, you are becoming such a young, beautiful, lady, and I think it's about time you set of on your own and find a wonderful adventure to take on." Fauna's mother suggested.
"But, but.. but I can't! What about Zell and Molly... and you and Doena?" Cried Fauna.
"They have found a beautiful town just like here, and would like to take you with them. What do you think?"
"Hmm, if my friends are going.. I'll do it. Just promise you'll write to me."
And with that, Fauna packed her bags for what Nirvana would bring her and her friends. As she stepped onto the train, she couldn't help but shed a tear.
Goodbye, mother.
"Aww, don't worry, Faun, you'll be fine with us." Zell said, trying to cheer up his best friend.
"I know, Zell, I know," She smiled.

As the train stopped at the station, a friendly face greeted them.

"Hello, I'm Mayor Avalon, nice to meet you, and welcome to Nirvana."

Fauna knew she'd made a good decision, and there was already mail in her box..

To my Dearest Fauna,

I couldn't help but write to you already, as I promised. You left something behind at home. I sat and stared at the left-behind item as you set of on your train, and couldn't help but wish you'd stayed home. I'm missing you already and even Doena is giving up at walking. She doesn't have your beautiful smile here to encourage her. It brought back a lot of memories and I love you, Fauna. Never forget that we're missing you forever and ever.
I'm already wondering why the birds aren't chirping like they usually do, and the ducks don't swim around. Why the sun doesn't shine like it always does, and it's not hard to figure it out. It's not the same when you're not here.
Love, your Mother.

And attached to the letter was a picture of Fauna, Doena, and her Mother on Fauna's birthday. Or as Fauna would call it 'the most memorable event of my lifetime'

Sorry for the lengthy story, I was just inspired c:
I used some info from her Wiki information page.

 

[Cloud Arcanine]

That was beautiful You've helped me to decide whether or not I should have Fauna in my town and I can tell you how the answer is yes!

 

[cIementine]

I recently got Fauna from someone who is so nice that I got her for free, pretty much c:
She is the cutest villager imo, followed by Molly (recieved today in a cycle thread today ^u^)
I added Zell as Fauna has taken a liking to him.
Although I now have five normals, I don't mind as Fauna has just automatically made it my favourite type of villager. She's just amazing xD

- - - Post Merge - - -

Oh and tyvm c:

 

[Cloud Arcanine]

No problem

 

[Hazelnut]

Task 1

I sort of rambled. I think my short stories are kind of boring, but they are fun for me to write, nevertheless.

Spoiler: Say hello to Freya!

?Oh, my. Oh, deary, deary me!?

?Whatever is the matter, Annika darling??

?Isak? I don?t know quite how to tell you this.?

?What??

?Our pup? Our daughter? She?s pink!?

* * *

?On a day like this, there?s nothing like a tall glass of kombucha!?

The town mayor just stared at her before quickly plastering on a smile and nodding. ?Yeah, uh? kuh-boo-chi sounds great. I usually drink lemonade, though.? With that, the pig-tailed blonde human gave a short, nervous giggle and skipped off toward another villager, golden axe swaying dangerously in hand.

And the mayor thought she was strange? Freya sighed, letting her white parasol twirl lightly in her paw.

?Yo, Pinkerbell, what?s with the umbrella? Last I checked, it was hot as a barbeque out here ? and I would know.?

Freya turned around to find Angus pointing a hoof straight at her face while showing off his ?totally ironic? fire grill t-shirt.

The wolf huffed indignantly, smoke shooting out of her ears in short spurts. ?This is not an umbrella; it?s a parasol! It?s meant for keeping me out of the sun. Secondly, my name is Freya! F-r-e-y-a. How many times do I have to tell you that it?s not Pinkerbell??

The bovine only guffawed in response. ?I dunno, Pinkerbell, how many times do you have to tell me??

?Ohhhhh?..? Freya growled. Instead of responding to his taunting, however, she spun on her wolfish heels and marched straight back through the small woods to her pink house.

This time, she wouldn?t even bother telling Mayor What?s-Her-Face that she?d be moving. Nope. No amount of convincing could make her stay one more minute in this wretched town. She would be packed and gone by the next day! Just like the countless towns she had moved to before, there was absolutely nothing here that appealed to her in the slight-

Oh? Freya sniffed, her wet nose twitching. Somebody was concocting a deliciously fragrant wild mushroom stew, and she could catch the scent from a mile away. She knew that that kind of cooking could only be the work of the town?s most fashionable chef, Olivia.

Her tummy rumbled. Well, she supposed it wouldn?t hurt to say goodbye to just one person that night before leaving forever.

* * *

?Uff da!?

?Oh, no! Can I give you a hand with that?? Molly waddled as briskly as she could to retrieve the contents of a fallen cardboard box that now littered Freya?s living room floor.

?Thank you,? Freya murmured, tail swishing in embarrassment. Her very first visitor in her brand new town had barely stepped through the front door when the container went sailing to the ground.

?I hope nothing is broken.? Molly cast a worried glance at an old radio whose antennae projected in questionable directions.

?Oh, not to worry. It?s just a bunch of junk, anyway.?

?My, you certainly have a lot of music players!?

Freya chuckled. ?Yes, you could call me a bit of a collector.?

?Wow, that?s cool! I wish I had an interest in collecting something.?

?Ahaha? So, you don?t find me strange??

The small duck tilted her head. ?Why would I think that??

?Because most people do,? the pink wolf stated simply. She shrugged. Before Molly could interject, however, Freya?s yellow eyes grew wide, and a ding! noise could be heard. ?Oh, I?m sorry. Where are my manners? My name is Freya. Nice to meet you!?

?Oh, my name is Molly. It?s a pleasure.? Molly bowed slightly. ?Freya? What a pretty name. What does it mean??

?Well,? Freya began, mentally preparing herself for the reaction she usually received when talking about herself. ?It?s the name of a Norse goddess who once represented love, beauty, war, and even death.?

Molly?s eyes were as wide as saucepans. ?Amazing? Why did your parents choose that name?? A slight blush suddenly crept up her round, ducky cheeks. ?Oh, I?m sorry for the intrusive questions.?

?Don?t be.? Freya gave a small, wolfish grin. ?I?m surprised you want to know more, actually. My name was not originally going to be Freya. Oh, no. They were going to name me after my grandma, Agnes. But do you know what happened when I was born?? Freya leaned in conspiratorially and beckoned for Molly to do the same, causing the other to nearly trip over her large, webbed feet.

?What happened?? Molly whispered, holding her breath.

?I came out? PINK!?

?Eek!? Molly jumped back.

Freya laughed and gestured to her silky fur. ?I know. I still surprise myself sometimes. My mama and papa were grey, just like their parents. No one knows where my pink fur came from. Well, I?ve been told there?s a crazy aunt somewhere in the family named Skye, but that?s another story.?

Molly laughed as well. ?So what did your parents think??

?They were shocked. My papa told me he didn?t even believe I was his daughter at first. Can you believe it? Talk about drama! Poor mama had to calm him down while she was getting over it herself.?

?But they accepted you in the end, right??

?Oh, yes. They finally thought that although I looked nothing like anyone in the family, I looked beautiful with my pink coat. Eventually, they decided that they wouldn?t have me any other way. I stood out, but in a good way. Like a jewel, they said. That?s why they named me Freya.?

?That?s wonderful!? Molly beamed. ?And I quite agree with them.?

?Really? You don?t think I should have been named Bubblegum or something??

?Of course not. I hope no one has told you otherwise.?

?Well, actually??

?Oh, phooey. Don?t listen to them,? Molly exclaimed, placing a tufted wing on Freya?s shoulder. ?Don?t worry. Everyone here will love you.?

?How do you know? I?m usually the town joke. Everyone thinks I?m a pink alien from another universe who likes weird things.?

?I just know.?

As the wolf was about to retort yet again, she heard a knock at her door, followed by the entrance of a short human with hair as red as her most daring tube of lipstick and clad in a chima jeogori, a type of Korean hanbok.

?Hello there! Sorry to barge in, but I just wanted to welcome you to town. I am the mayor of Avellana. Just in case you?re wondering, Avellana means hazelnut in Spanish. I think the founder was quite fond of them, though we don?t have any hazel trees here. Ah! I see you?ve already met Molly.? The curious-looking red-haired creature gave the wolf a brilliant smile, and for a moment Freya was unable to find words.

?Er... Nice? Nice to meet you. I?m Freya.?

?Freya! What a lovely name. I?m dying to get to know you. Why don?t I help you move in while you tell me a bit more about yourself? Are you helping, too, Molly??

?Yes! Shall I start with those boxes??

?Why not?? the mayor answered before Freya could even think of what to do next. ?Oh! Before it gets too hot, why don?t I pop over to my place to grab some refreshments? Freya? What would you like??

?Oh,? Freya began hesitantly, her paw scratching the back of her furry neck. ?I suppose lemonade would be nice.?

The mayor smiled and opened the door again. ?Alright. Just to let you know, I have another drink that I find to be absolutely perfect for boosting my energy in the summer heat, if you?d care to try it.?

?What is it?? Molly asked, intrigued.

?It?s called kombucha!? The mayor laughed. ?Funny name, isn?t it? But it?s worth trying.?

Freya laughed, too. First, it was an airy, quiet laugh, one that wasn?t very noticeable. Then, it became louder, snorts filling her snout and her tail wagging in a candy-colored blur. She laughed and laughed, Molly and the mayor joining in as well, though they weren?t quite sure what it was all about.

Freya knew, though. And it was the first time she?d felt that content in ages. For once in her life, she was at ease, not only with her surroundings but, more importantly, with herself. And if she was a little different, then that was okay. Maybe everyone here was a little different, too.

 

[SupaCookie]

I might do task one about how Fauna came to my town as well c:
*I'm still good with Merengue as my dreamie* xD

Fauna was the most beautiful creature in the forest, she stood majestically upon others, yet wasn't bothered about her beauty. That was something that people admired about her: her modesty. Whenever she danced elegantly into the forest, the birds started chirping and the other woodland creatures started singing. Fauna didn't care for expensive and shallow things, the only three things she cared for were the forest, her family, and her friends.
As the Autumn began, Fauna went to pick the seasonal wildflowers for her Mother's bouquet. She had too few paws to hold all of the flowers, so brought with her her best friends, Molly and Zell. Anyone who saw the bond between Zell and Fauna would assume a romantic relationship, but at least they knew that they were nothing more than great friends. Molly would spend time with the two sharing pond stories near the forests' waters.
The sun started to set when Fauna journeyed home, but she never let the dark hours stop her. In fact, she enjoyed the night time a great deal. Watching the sleeping animals, the glimmering water, it was a stunning time of day to Fauna.
"Hello Mother." Fauna said in a melodic voice. When Fauna sang, it was almost like the world stopped to listen to her.
"Did you get the flowers, dearie?" Asked her Mother, Fiona.
"Oh yes, I did, Mother. I do hope you like them." Fauna smiled. "How is Doena?"
"Well, she is starting to walk, but she seems to be struggling." Her Mother replied, adressing Fauna's baby sister.
"The first step is always the hardest."
"Hm. That's quite right, but I hope yours is a little easier..." Her Mother muttered.
"Oh deer, I made mine quite a few years ago, mother.." Fauna laughed.
"Actually, you are becoming such a young, beautiful, lady, and I think it's about time you set of on your own and find a wonderful adventure to take on." Fauna's mother suggested.
"But, but.. but I can't! What about Zell and Molly... and you and Doena?" Cried Fauna.
"They have found a beautiful town just like here, and would like to take you with them. What do you think?"
"Hmm, if my friends are going.. I'll do it. Just promise you'll write to me."
And with that, Fauna packed her bags for what Nirvana would bring her and her friends. As she stepped onto the train, she couldn't help but shed a tear.
Goodbye, mother.
"Aww, don't worry, Faun, you'll be fine with us." Zell said, trying to cheer up his best friend.
"I know, Zell, I know," She smiled.

As the train stopped at the station, a friendly face greeted them.

"Hello, I'm Mayor Avalon, nice to meet you, and welcome to Nirvana."

Fauna knew she'd made a good decision, and there was already mail in her box..

To my Dearest Fauna,

I couldn't help but write to you already, as I promised. You left something behind at home. I sat and stared at the left-behind item as you set of on your train, and couldn't help but wish you'd stayed home. I'm missing you already and even Doena is giving up at walking. She doesn't have your beautiful smile here to encourage her. It brought back a lot of memories and I love you, Fauna. Never forget that we're missing you forever and ever.
I'm already wondering why the birds aren't chirping like they usually do, and the ducks don't swim around. Why the sun doesn't shine like it always does, and it's not hard to figure it out. It's not the same when you're not here.
Love, your Mother.

And attached to the letter was a picture of Fauna, Doena, and her Mother on Fauna's birthday. Or as Fauna would call it 'the most memorable event of my lifetime'

Sorry for the lengthy story, I was just inspired c:
I used some info from her Wiki information page.

I absolutely loved this story. Fauna is one of my favorites as well she is so adorable Most of my villagers are normal as well.

 

[Cloud Arcanine]

Task 1

I sort of rambled. I think my short stories are kind of boring, but they are fun for me to write, nevertheless.

Spoiler: Say hello to Freya!

“Oh, my. Oh, deary, deary me!”

“Whatever is the matter, Annika darling?”

“Isak… I don’t know quite how to tell you this.”

“What?”

“Our pup… Our daughter… She’s pink!”

* * *

“On a day like this, there’s nothing like a tall glass of kombucha!”

The town mayor just stared at her before quickly plastering on a smile and nodding. “Yeah, uh… kuh-boo-chi sounds great. I usually drink lemonade, though.” With that, the pig-tailed blonde human gave a short, nervous giggle and skipped off toward another villager, golden axe swaying dangerously in hand.

And the mayor thought she was strange? Freya sighed, letting her white parasol twirl lightly in her paw.

“Yo, Pinkerbell, what’s with the umbrella? Last I checked, it was hot as a barbeque out here – and I would know.”

Freya turned around to find Angus pointing a hoof straight at her face while showing off his “totally ironic” fire grill t-shirt.

The wolf huffed indignantly, smoke shooting out of her ears in short spurts. “This is not an umbrella; it’s a parasol! It’s meant for keeping me out of the sun. Secondly, my name is Freya! F-r-e-y-a. How many times do I have to tell you that it’s not Pinkerbell?”

The bovine only guffawed in response. “I dunno, Pinkerbell, how many times do you have to tell me?”

“Ohhhhh…..” Freya growled. Instead of responding to his taunting, however, she spun on her wolfish heels and marched straight back through the small woods to her pink house.

This time, she wouldn’t even bother telling Mayor What’s-Her-Face that she’d be moving. Nope. No amount of convincing could make her stay one more minute in this wretched town. She would be packed and gone by the next day! Just like the countless towns she had moved to before, there was absolutely nothing here that appealed to her in the slight-

Oh? Freya sniffed, her wet nose twitching. Somebody was concocting a deliciously fragrant wild mushroom stew, and she could catch the scent from a mile away. She knew that that kind of cooking could only be the work of the town’s most fashionable chef, Olivia.

Her tummy rumbled. Well, she supposed it wouldn’t hurt to say goodbye to just one person that night before leaving forever.

* * *

“Uff da!”

“Oh, no! Can I give you a hand with that?” Molly waddled as briskly as she could to retrieve the contents of a fallen cardboard box that now littered Freya’s living room floor.

“Thank you,” Freya murmured, tail swishing in embarrassment. Her very first visitor in her brand new town had barely stepped through the front door when the container went sailing to the ground.

“I hope nothing is broken.” Molly cast a worried glance at an old radio whose antennae projected in questionable directions.

“Oh, not to worry. It’s just a bunch of junk, anyway.”

“My, you certainly have a lot of music players!”

Freya chuckled. “Yes, you could call me a bit of a collector.”

“Wow, that’s cool! I wish I had an interest in collecting something.”

“Ahaha… So, you don’t find me strange?”

The small duck tilted her head. “Why would I think that?”

“Because most people do,” the pink wolf stated simply. She shrugged. Before Molly could interject, however, Freya’s yellow eyes grew wide, and a ding! noise could be heard. “Oh, I’m sorry. Where are my manners? My name is Freya. Nice to meet you!”

“Oh, my name is Molly. It’s a pleasure.” Molly bowed slightly. “Freya… What a pretty name. What does it mean?”

“Well,” Freya began, mentally preparing herself for the reaction she usually received when talking about herself. “It’s the name of a Norse goddess who once represented love, beauty, war, and even death.”

Molly’s eyes were as wide as saucepans. “Amazing… Why did your parents choose that name?” A slight blush suddenly crept up her round, ducky cheeks. “Oh, I’m sorry for the intrusive questions.”

“Don’t be.” Freya gave a small, wolfish grin. “I’m surprised you want to know more, actually. My name was not originally going to be Freya. Oh, no. They were going to name me after my grandma, Agnes. But do you know what happened when I was born?” Freya leaned in conspiratorially and beckoned for Molly to do the same, causing the other to nearly trip over her large, webbed feet.

“What happened?” Molly whispered, holding her breath.

“I came out… PINK!”

“Eek!” Molly jumped back.

Freya laughed and gestured to her silky fur. “I know. I still surprise myself sometimes. My mama and papa were grey, just like their parents. No one knows where my pink fur came from. Well, I’ve been told there’s a crazy aunt somewhere in the family named Skye, but that’s another story.”

Molly laughed as well. “So what did your parents think?”

“They were shocked. My papa told me he didn’t even believe I was his daughter at first. Can you believe it? Talk about drama! Poor mama had to calm him down while she was getting over it herself.”

“But they accepted you in the end, right?”

“Oh, yes. They finally thought that although I looked nothing like anyone in the family, I looked beautiful with my pink coat. Eventually, they decided that they wouldn’t have me any other way. I stood out, but in a good way. Like a jewel, they said. That’s why they named me Freya.”

“That’s wonderful!” Molly beamed. “And I quite agree with them.”

“Really? You don’t think I should have been named Bubblegum or something?”

“Of course not. I hope no one has told you otherwise.”

“Well, actually…”

“Oh, phooey. Don’t listen to them,” Molly exclaimed, placing a tufted wing on Freya’s shoulder. “Don’t worry. Everyone here will love you.”

“How do you know? I’m usually the town joke. Everyone thinks I’m a pink alien from another universe who likes weird things.”

“I just know.”

As the wolf was about to retort yet again, she heard a knock at her door, followed by the entrance of a short human with hair as red as her most daring tube of lipstick and clad in a chima jeogori, a type of Korean hanbok.

“Hello there! Sorry to barge in, but I just wanted to welcome you to town. I am the mayor of Avellana. Just in case you’re wondering, Avellana means hazelnut in Spanish. I think the founder was quite fond of them, though we don’t have any hazel trees here. Ah! I see you’ve already met Molly.” The curious-looking red-haired creature gave the wolf a brilliant smile, and for a moment Freya was unable to find words.

“Er... Nice… Nice to meet you. I’m Freya.”

“Freya! What a lovely name. I’m dying to get to know you. Why don’t I help you move in while you tell me a bit more about yourself? Are you helping, too, Molly?”

“Yes! Shall I start with those boxes?”

“Why not?” the mayor answered before Freya could even think of what to do next. “Oh! Before it gets too hot, why don’t I pop over to my place to grab some refreshments? Freya? What would you like?”

“Oh,” Freya began hesitantly, her paw scratching the back of her furry neck. “I suppose lemonade would be nice.”

The mayor smiled and opened the door again. “Alright. Just to let you know, I have another drink that I find to be absolutely perfect for boosting my energy in the summer heat, if you’d care to try it.”

“What is it?” Molly asked, intrigued.

“It’s called kombucha!” The mayor laughed. “Funny name, isn’t it? But it’s worth trying.”

Freya laughed, too. First, it was an airy, quiet laugh, one that wasn’t very noticeable. Then, it became louder, snorts filling her snout and her tail wagging in a candy-colored blur. She laughed and laughed, Molly and the mayor joining in as well, though they weren’t quite sure what it was all about.

Freya knew, though. And it was the first time she’d felt that content in ages. For once in her life, she was at ease, not only with her surroundings but, more importantly, with herself. And if she was a little different, then that was okay. Maybe everyone here was a little different, too.

That was great ! Poor Feya though didn't no Angus was such a beef jerky ! (See what I did there? :3 )

- - - Post Merge - - -

Task 1

I sort of rambled. I think my short stories are kind of boring, but they are fun for me to write, nevertheless.

Spoiler: Say hello to Freya!

?Oh, my. Oh, deary, deary me!?

?Whatever is the matter, Annika darling??

?Isak? I don?t know quite how to tell you this.?

?What??

?Our pup? Our daughter? She?s pink!?

* * *

?On a day like this, there?s nothing like a tall glass of kombucha!?

The town mayor just stared at her before quickly plastering on a smile and nodding. ?Yeah, uh? kuh-boo-chi sounds great. I usually drink lemonade, though.? With that, the pig-tailed blonde human gave a short, nervous giggle and skipped off toward another villager, golden axe swaying dangerously in hand.

And the mayor thought she was strange? Freya sighed, letting her white parasol twirl lightly in her paw.

?Yo, Pinkerbell, what?s with the umbrella? Last I checked, it was hot as a barbeque out here ? and I would know.?

Freya turned around to find Angus pointing a hoof straight at her face while showing off his ?totally ironic? fire grill t-shirt.

The wolf huffed indignantly, smoke shooting out of her ears in short spurts. ?This is not an umbrella; it?s a parasol! It?s meant for keeping me out of the sun. Secondly, my name is Freya! F-r-e-y-a. How many times do I have to tell you that it?s not Pinkerbell??

The bovine only guffawed in response. ?I dunno, Pinkerbell, how many times do you have to tell me??

?Ohhhhh?..? Freya growled. Instead of responding to his taunting, however, she spun on her wolfish heels and marched straight back through the small woods to her pink house.

This time, she wouldn?t even bother telling Mayor What?s-Her-Face that she?d be moving. Nope. No amount of convincing could make her stay one more minute in this wretched town. She would be packed and gone by the next day! Just like the countless towns she had moved to before, there was absolutely nothing here that appealed to her in the slight-

Oh? Freya sniffed, her wet nose twitching. Somebody was concocting a deliciously fragrant wild mushroom stew, and she could catch the scent from a mile away. She knew that that kind of cooking could only be the work of the town?s most fashionable chef, Olivia.

Her tummy rumbled. Well, she supposed it wouldn?t hurt to say goodbye to just one person that night before leaving forever.

* * *

?Uff da!?

?Oh, no! Can I give you a hand with that?? Molly waddled as briskly as she could to retrieve the contents of a fallen cardboard box that now littered Freya?s living room floor.

?Thank you,? Freya murmured, tail swishing in embarrassment. Her very first visitor in her brand new town had barely stepped through the front door when the container went sailing to the ground.

?I hope nothing is broken.? Molly cast a worried glance at an old radio whose antennae projected in questionable directions.

?Oh, not to worry. It?s just a bunch of junk, anyway.?

?My, you certainly have a lot of music players!?

Freya chuckled. ?Yes, you could call me a bit of a collector.?

?Wow, that?s cool! I wish I had an interest in collecting something.?

?Ahaha? So, you don?t find me strange??

The small duck tilted her head. ?Why would I think that??

?Because most people do,? the pink wolf stated simply. She shrugged. Before Molly could interject, however, Freya?s yellow eyes grew wide, and a ding! noise could be heard. ?Oh, I?m sorry. Where are my manners? My name is Freya. Nice to meet you!?

?Oh, my name is Molly. It?s a pleasure.? Molly bowed slightly. ?Freya? What a pretty name. What does it mean??

?Well,? Freya began, mentally preparing herself for the reaction she usually received when talking about herself. ?It?s the name of a Norse goddess who once represented love, beauty, war, and even death.?

Molly?s eyes were as wide as saucepans. ?Amazing? Why did your parents choose that name?? A slight blush suddenly crept up her round, ducky cheeks. ?Oh, I?m sorry for the intrusive questions.?

?Don?t be.? Freya gave a small, wolfish grin. ?I?m surprised you want to know more, actually. My name was not originally going to be Freya. Oh, no. They were going to name me after my grandma, Agnes. But do you know what happened when I was born?? Freya leaned in conspiratorially and beckoned for Molly to do the same, causing the other to nearly trip over her large, webbed feet.

?What happened?? Molly whispered, holding her breath.

?I came out? PINK!?

?Eek!? Molly jumped back.

Freya laughed and gestured to her silky fur. ?I know. I still surprise myself sometimes. My mama and papa were grey, just like their parents. No one knows where my pink fur came from. Well, I?ve been told there?s a crazy aunt somewhere in the family named Skye, but that?s another story.?

Molly laughed as well. ?So what did your parents think??

?They were shocked. My papa told me he didn?t even believe I was his daughter at first. Can you believe it? Talk about drama! Poor mama had to calm him down while she was getting over it herself.?

?But they accepted you in the end, right??

?Oh, yes. They finally thought that although I looked nothing like anyone in the family, I looked beautiful with my pink coat. Eventually, they decided that they wouldn?t have me any other way. I stood out, but in a good way. Like a jewel, they said. That?s why they named me Freya.?

?That?s wonderful!? Molly beamed. ?And I quite agree with them.?

?Really? You don?t think I should have been named Bubblegum or something??

?Of course not. I hope no one has told you otherwise.?

?Well, actually??

?Oh, phooey. Don?t listen to them,? Molly exclaimed, placing a tufted wing on Freya?s shoulder. ?Don?t worry. Everyone here will love you.?

?How do you know? I?m usually the town joke. Everyone thinks I?m a pink alien from another universe who likes weird things.?

?I just know.?

As the wolf was about to retort yet again, she heard a knock at her door, followed by the entrance of a short human with hair as red as her most daring tube of lipstick and clad in a chima jeogori, a type of Korean hanbok.

?Hello there! Sorry to barge in, but I just wanted to welcome you to town. I am the mayor of Avellana. Just in case you?re wondering, Avellana means hazelnut in Spanish. I think the founder was quite fond of them, though we don?t have any hazel trees here. Ah! I see you?ve already met Molly.? The curious-looking red-haired creature gave the wolf a brilliant smile, and for a moment Freya was unable to find words.

?Er... Nice? Nice to meet you. I?m Freya.?

?Freya! What a lovely name. I?m dying to get to know you. Why don?t I help you move in while you tell me a bit more about yourself? Are you helping, too, Molly??

?Yes! Shall I start with those boxes??

?Why not?? the mayor answered before Freya could even think of what to do next. ?Oh! Before it gets too hot, why don?t I pop over to my place to grab some refreshments? Freya? What would you like??

?Oh,? Freya began hesitantly, her paw scratching the back of her furry neck. ?I suppose lemonade would be nice.?

The mayor smiled and opened the door again. ?Alright. Just to let you know, I have another drink that I find to be absolutely perfect for boosting my energy in the summer heat, if you?d care to try it.?

?What is it?? Molly asked, intrigued.

?It?s called kombucha!? The mayor laughed. ?Funny name, isn?t it? But it?s worth trying.?

Freya laughed, too. First, it was an airy, quiet laugh, one that wasn?t very noticeable. Then, it became louder, snorts filling her snout and her tail wagging in a candy-colored blur. She laughed and laughed, Molly and the mayor joining in as well, though they weren?t quite sure what it was all about.

Freya knew, though. And it was the first time she?d felt that content in ages. For once in her life, she was at ease, not only with her surroundings but, more importantly, with herself. And if she was a little different, then that was okay. Maybe everyone here was a little different, too.

That was great ! Poor Feya though didn't no Angus was such a beef jerky ! (See what I did there? :3 )