The GROOVY Adventures of Don the Faun

The Grooviest Faun Around

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Yep it's me. Don Groovypants the Faun. Okay well, my last name isn't actually 'Groovypants' but that's always what I said it was, because until recently, I didn't know what my last name was. You may know me from Camp Jupiter, where I practice my craft of begging for food and money, just like all of the other fauns. But I always knew I was different. I just didn't know how different I was really was.

My most excellent journey of discovery started on Father's Day. My dad had left right before I was born, and never came back. My mom and I had never really spoken much about my dad. There were more important things to discuss, like enchiladas, and groovy things like that. But that particular day my mom kept staring sadly at the giant marigold near her tree, so I finally decided to ask the question.
"Who was my dad?"
Mom whirled around to me. She hesitated for a moment, then sighed and began.
"His name was Ferdinand." She began. As she continued, I regretted asking more and more. My father had been killed by Medusa on his quest to find Faunus. He was reincarnated as that marigold. She had never told me because she didn't want me going on the same suicide mission that my father had lost his life too. It was all very depressing. I was feeling pretty down when she said "Don honey, that's all I know, but you do have a cousin in New York who might know more."
"What's his name?!" I exclaimed
"Grover... Grover Underwood."

A few days later I had a flight booked to New York City. I had no idea what to expect, I mean, he didn't even know that I existed, but I knew that I could win him over with my groovy awesomeness. The day of the flight, I put all of the money I had saved (I had saved 10 dollars!!) a tin can, two apples and my music player in my brown leather messenger bag, put on my round rainbow sunglasses and a beanie and set out for my most bodacious adventure yet.

I sat next to a guy named Jeff on the plane. He looked super friendly. He was bald and a few of his yellow teeth were missing. He wore a stained white tank top, frayed denim shorts and slide on sandals, and he and I learned a lot about each other on the almost six hour flight. Well, he learned a lot about me, but I guess I only learned a few things about him.

1.He disliked eating tin cans, and called me a freak for doing so.

2. He knows some very not nice words

3. His favorite thing to say was "Shut up already!"

He asked me a lot of questions at the beginning of the flight, like where I lived and what drugs I was on, but eventually I guess he thought I was so awesome that he just stopped talking to me. When the plane landed, I said goodbye to my new friend and set out to face the Big Apple all by myself.

I decided that I would go get coffee before I went to try to find Grover, because every problem seems easier to manage when you have coffee. I was sitting at the counter drinking my vanilla bean latte when someone sat down next to me. He looked exhausted. Dark bags were under his eyes, his curly brown hair was tangled and he talked as though every word sapped even more of his strength. He wore baggy jeans and sneakers and a Rasta cap.
"Can I get a large coffee with three shots of espresso?" He asked
"What's the name for that sir?" The barista replied
"Grover." He sighed. My eyes widened. I took a closer look at him. He was taller and leaner than I was, but we had the same green eyes and curly brown hair. It looked like we could be related. Maybe not brothers but, cousins?
"I'll pay for his." I said, probably too loudly and too quickly. My heart was racing.
Grover looked over at me. "You don't have to do that!" He yawned
"I want too!" I exclaimed
"Are you sure?" Grover asked
"Absolutely."
I paid for Grover's coffee and he sat back down at the counter next to me.
"Thank you," he said sipping his coffee "so what's your name?"
"Don. Don the Fa... the Groovy dude."
Grover gave me a quizzical look, then shrugged and stuck out his hand "nice to meet you Don."
"Groovy! Nice to meet you Grover!"