The Golden furbling

A furby is born

Deep in the furby village, queen furby had hatched a shiny golden egg into a small, fuzzy, golden, bright haired furbling. Everyone admired the little guy. As he grew, the queen grew to. And they grew happily together no matter what happened. The young furby appeared harmless, I mean, it was a baby, what was the least you can expect? As the young furby became older, his mother became more ill. And yet she was to weak to do almost anything. Finnaly on the bright summer morning, she had passed away. Slowly the 10 year old furby shed his tears and saddled his horse. He was in a search for a healing potion at the potion store across the forest. It was a long journey and could take weeks. He had been to the miracle working, potion splattering shop before. But his horse never had been ready to go off on this dangerous journey. TO BE CONTINUED