August


The small kit's eyes opened, and she was alone. It's strange, she didn't remember anything or anyone, but she felt like she was missing something. She got up and looked around, and saw she was in a forest, She tried to take a step, but her legs afltered and she fell down. She let herself rest a minute, before getting back up and, very slowly, started trudging along, with no place in mind.
Eventually, after days of walking and no food, the kit stumbled upon a clearing in the woods, and she heard talking. She could here really well with her long ears. She walked into the clearing, and her eyes widened. She saw buildings and others like her, walking around. There was some of all different sizes, colors and ages. She walked deeper into the strange place, looking around.
The kit suddenly smelled something amazingly overwhelming. She followed the heavenly smell, and came across a little building. She walked though the door, and saw inside.
The walls were a dusty brown, the floor a deep red, the lights were dimmed and the tables had gold table cloths. The kit stopped for a moment to admire it, but then started back on her quest to find the source of the smell. She walked through a heavy metal door and entered the kitchen. The smell of good food made the kit dizzy as her mouth watered. She hasn't had anything to eat since she woke up. Adult Kalons were walking back and forth, not paying any attention to her.
A brown Kalon, a little on the short side, that looked like a living, breathing cookie, stopped in front of the kit. He had warm brown eyes and a big fluffy chest. The kit was scared and froze. Then the cookie Kalon spoke.
"Hey papa, you better get in here!" The Kalon spoke with an obviously fake Italian accent. He looked down at the kit again with worry in his eyes.
"Biscotto, for the last time, you don't have an Italian acc-oh my gosh!" A taller, darker but equally as fluffy Kalon stepped in the room, shocked as the smaller on was. They all started at each other for a moment, unsure of what to do. Then the taller one spoke up.
"Hey there, I'm Timber, what's your name?" The Kalon, Timber, spoke in a softer voice then before. The kit wasn't afraid anymore. Somehow, she managed to find her voice she didn't know she had and replied:
"I-I don't know." Her voice was soft but pretty, giving off sort of a happy vibe.
"Where are your parents?" The shorter one, Biscotto, asked. Timber shot him a glance, but the kit didn't notice.
"Parents? Wh-what are those?" The kit's head drooped, her ears falling in front of her face. Both Kalons looked at each other, speaking with their eyes. Obviously, this kit was not normal. Suddenly Timber and Biscotto turned their backs and started whispering.
"Do you think she lost her memory?" Asked Biscotto.
"I don't know." Timber replied.
"Maybe she was kidnapped!"
"I don't know."
"Maybe her parents abandoned her!"
"I said I don't know!"
They talked a bit more, and finally came to a decision. They would take the kit in until her parents came.
"Ok sweetie, you're gonna stay with us until we find your parents." Timber said, smiling sweetly. The kit smiled too, a first for the boys to see.
"Now, let's get you cleaned up and then we can eat!"
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The kits parents never returned, but that was alright. Timber and Biscotto named the kit August, because that was the month they found her in. All three of them are now a big, happy family. Biscotto showed August how to do his fake Italian accent, and together they drove Timber up the wall. Timber and Biscotto would take turns reading August bedtime stories. She would enter worlds of princesses and dragons, knights in shining armour and cute little animals.
August got along really well with Biscotto, probably because he had been aching for someone to play with for sooo long. They play hide and seek, tag, cards and more. Sure, Biscotto is a big Kalon now, but his inner kit comes out with August.
August turned out the be the sweetest kit you ever met, all because of her newfound family. Sure, she wasn't related to Timber and Biscotto, but family runs deeper than blood. Family is caring about one another, and that's exactly what they do.
The end.