Friday, March 18, 2016

Chapter Nine –How I Came to Be. (Part Dos)

Chapter Nine –Saving My Parents

       In continuation from my last blog, I will be telling you how I tried to save my parents. It was at the age of three where my parents were taken away from me. At the time, I didn't know where they were, who took them, or what will happen to them. All I knew during the time was that they went missing from their room in the Tree in the middle of the night. There were scratches all over the walls, the bed was a wreck, and the rooms were all a mess. It was a disastrous scene and heart-breaking to look at. When I first saw the room I fell to my knees in sadness, asking the Koala Gads "why me?", but I got over that fairly quickly. I put my big boy pants on and began my week long investigation.

       I first traveled to the deep dark depths of Eastern Australian rain forest. Wait, maybe it was actually the Northern. Southern? You know what, I just went into a forest on a whim. I really can't be bothered to remember right now. Anyway, I went there and couldn't find them. Oh well, I guess I have to travel to a different place now... So then, I went to the lakes of Australia. Why? Don't ask me. But this was no ordinary lake, this lake was PINK! Have you ever seen a PINK lake!? I hadn't until that moment! I was so confused and yet so fascinated at the sight of this great body of water! Anyway, the search must go on... I checked every corner of the round lake and came up with nothing. Since I couldn't swim, I just gazed over the waters and prayed they weren't in there. So, I gave up. I was a failure, as my parents had totally never told me. I decided to go back home to the Tree and  just live my days on as an orphan koala.

      After days of crawling back to the tree, I finally arrived back home. To my dismay, my parents were sitting right there. Apparently, things got pretty "wild" and they destroyed the house and then went out to celebrate. And unfortunately that's how I got my little brother. That's a story for another time. Goodbye!

This is my little brother and that's the lake.

Friday, March 11, 2016

Chapter Eight –How I Came to Be.

Chapter Eight –How I Came to Be.

       Today, I will be telling you the magnificent tale of how I came to be. My parents, great nobles of Southern Australia, traveled the destructive lands of the country to inhabit our now home land, Western Australia. 
       This journey took a great deal out of my padres. Mountains, cliffs, abysses, deserts, and numerous amounts of trees were just a few of the many obstacles they had to go through to reach our new home. They began their journey as a herd, but became smaller everyday of their adventure. Their initial amount was 50…then 40…then 25…then ending with 5. The weak were being eliminated first, then the scared, and then the brave; leaving only the truly strongest of will to survive.
        My parents were one of the few to survive the 3 year long journey. Upon arrival, my parents were able to inhabit our now home tree, the Tree. It may not have the most original name, but it was good enough for us. Anyway, in this tree my parents were able to start a family, that's where I come in. I was the first koala child, then my brother, and then my little sister. My brother and I still live together today, but my sister, my poor sister, was captured by aliens and shipped off to the near planet of Koalatune. We never saw her again. I miss her sometimes, but life still goes on. 

        It wasn't until I was the age of 3 where my parents were captured and I had to go save them…And  that is where I leave you now, until next time, goodbye.

This is our family portrait before my siblings were born.

Friday, March 4, 2016

Chapter Seven – Staying Serious

Chapter Seven –Saying Serious

       Tony had caught my arm right before falling off of the cliff. Now, you may ask yourself, "Mr.Koalaman, why did you place yourself into that situation?". Well, I don't have an answer for that. But what I can tell you that it wasn't worth it and I'm sorry Tony for causing this situation.

       I was able to pull myself up while holding onto Tony and successfully secure myself into safety. But when I pulled myself up, I selfishly pushed down Tony, making him fall off the cliff and ending his life I assume. And that was the end of it. My happiness was now gone right before my eyes. Slipped off of my paws and down the abyss of sadness. Never again did I see him.

       After that horrific and life changing event, I cried for days. I blamed myself for his death and mourned him for hours. I would never forgive myself after losing my bestest friend in the whole wide wild and nothing can change that. I miss him so much, no words can amount to the true feelings I had towards my pet. Oh Tony, I miss you. If you're somehow alive right at this moment and you're reading my blog, please know that I'm truly sorry and no pet rock can ever replace you. I'm sorry Tony the Rock, you were my one and only.

RIP Tony the Rock

This is the very last picture of Tony and I together.

RIP Our Friendship

Never mind, our friendship will never die!

Chapter Six –Time to Get Serious

Chapter Six –Time to Get Serious

       Today, it's time to get serious. This topic that I will be speaking about is certainly a sensitive one, so I would recommend for you all to sit down on your branch and just take it all in. Also, it's okay to cry, I'm here for you. Anyway, let's get into the meat of it. 
       This super duper serious topic is about my pet, Tony. Now Tony wasn't just any a loyal pet. He was the most loyal of all the pets that have ever existed in this land. Tony would go out and fetch me whatever I needed during the time I was sick, neglected, or just lonely. But Tony was more than just a pet, he was my best friend and I miss him so much…
        What happened to Tony can only be described as a tragedy. He was a hero, a hero that saved my life countless times in the past and would always come out on top. But not this time. Tony saved me, but he couldn't save himself. It was a day full of sadness and despair. On that Tuesday, and God I sure do hate Tuesdays, I slipped off of a cliff. Luckily, Tony had caught my arm right before I fell off. He was a blessing sent from the Koala Gods that may never ever be replaced by anything. Oh, how I miss him so…

        To be continued…
This is me crying for Tony.