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[ yogi day ]
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YOGI DAY
Author: Kyla

Once, there was a little kit named Muccles who lived in a little town called River-water Hill. He was born on a cool summer’s day, which the ferrets called "Yogi Day". Yogi Day is a day when a ferret gets all the treats it wants. But did I say any ferret could get these treats? These treats are grown on high pillow-fluff clouds. No, not just any other ferret deserves these treats. You see; it takes 1,000 years to grow a Yogi Day treat, and that is just 1 treat. Can you imagine? If every ferret in the world got as many treats they want on Yogi Day, there would be not enough treats. So, that is why only a special ferret can get these special treats.

His mother knew he was going to be a much different ferret from the other ferrets, for when Muccles was just a kit, he was always helping out other kits, and elders. He would wake up every morning and pick a bouquet of about 5 Dandelions just to create a smile on another’s face. He would always bring 3 empty buckets to gather water down at the cold, crisp, stream about 2 blocks away from his home. This water would then be walked down to Mrs. Woozels house for to make bread for her bakery. Then he would chat with her until the bread was done, just making sure she didn’t need anything else for her bakery. As you can imagine, Muccles was a very lovable kit, and everyone did indeed love him.

About 5 years past him by, and he was still doing all that he could to help other ferrets out. But Muccles was diagnosed with Adrenal cancer in May. He began to slow down. Other ferrets seemed to ignore him, because of his balding. Muccles didn’t understand them, first they all loved him and then they were beginning not to even notice him. He would still bring water to the bakery, but only one bucket. Soon, he brought no bucket at all. He was always tired, and all his fur was almost completely gone. He was getting cold, all alone in his cabin. No one ever came to visit anymore; he began to cry, sometimes the whole night. Muccles began to wish that he would suffer no more. A few days had past and it was Yogi Day, his birthday. That night, while Muccles was crying, he felt a slight breeze with a honey-sweet smell. The breeze took Muccles high up into the clouds, where he suddenly felt happy again. He began dooking all over the pillow-fluff clouds. Where the Yogi Day treats is grown! Muccles gobbled up all the treats he could hold, they were so delicious!

A couple of years past him and he did meet new friends in the clouds where he lived now. But Muccles will never forget his friends’ back in River-water Hill. He loved his memories with them, picking the dandelions, and carrying the buckets of crystal clear water. And the long chats he had with the kits. Oh no, he will never forget.

Yes, only a special ferret deserves these treats. Muccles was the one special ferret, the ferret that was kind to his elders and kits, the kind that always was there for them and loved them all.

The End