Name-
Frutta
I thought it was a very nice name
if you have any translator, you will know that this is Italian
Gender-
Male
Though some see Frutta as a female, I assure you, he is a male.
Age-
Frutta is around 19 years of age.
In dog years, anyway.
Passion-
Birds, any kind of birds. He wishes to someday fly with them
Short story-
As I float high above the ground, I watch the birds that flew past in awe. I wag my tail as I looked around.
I fly through the wet, silky clouds- coming out with almost wet fur. I shivered but soon warmed up as the
sun shined on my fur. I let the sun warm me as I watch birds fly by, dodging the clouds as they came for
them. I smile and try to wave, but cannot move my paw much, never mind my body. I look at the
waterfall below, it seems to be coming closer and closer not long before I realize I'm floating down. I
close my eyes tight, expecting to fly into the water; instead, I float just over it and I let my paws
hang down to touch the water as I began to fly up again. I look up and see a bird carrying me.
The bird looks down at me and it almost looks as if it's smiling. I wave and smile, wagging my tail but
it seemed to ignore me as it looked off and continued to fly forward. The wind blows through
my fur, but I never got cold with the sun above me. Not long after, the sun was setting. I pricked
my ears as I heard the faint bark. Could it be another dog? I look around but see nothing but the birds
and beautiful grass around me. As the bird drops me gently in the grass, it nudged me and looked around.
As the bird turned to leave, I watched in awe as it stretched its wings. The bird flew up, and I soon
lost sight of it as it flew into the clouds. "Frutta?" I hear a faint whisper as my eyes slowly closed.
"Wake up Frutta..." I heard the whisper again as I open my eyes, waking up with my mother and father
curled around me. "Welcome to the world.." My other says, smiling as she bent down to nuzzle me.
I look up at her with sleepy eyes, and bark happily as I sniff around. "You're my baby now."
My mother whispered as she rested her head by my paws and closed her eyes. I smile and lay my
head on her paws, letting myself drift off to sleep..
If you're wondering, this is Frutta's adorable dream when he was little-just when he was born. cc:
I'll edit this later; maybe.
