Username:
snowykay
Name:
Aurum. It means 'Gold' in Latin.
Personality:
Aurum is a kind and bubbly bean, but he can quickly turn grouchy and reserved. He has a good sense of humer, and never goes anywhere without his beaver plushie if he can help it. He is usually gentle and quick to share, like one time when he was very young, another jellybean dragon dropped her ice cream, and with one look at her devastated face, gave her his. But one thing he refuses to share is his beaver plushie.
Why does he have this plushie?:
Aurum has kept this plushie because it was proof to him that he had seen the real Santa Claus. The stort follows. Aurum was given Aureus, the beaver plushie, when he was barely five years old. It was Christmas morning, and Aurum flew to the tree where many presents sat, begging him to rip them open. He squealed with delight and his parents came out, drowsy but smiling. The first gift he opened was from Santa, and it was a beaver plushie! But it had a rip on its side and stuffing was falling out. Aurum gave a little shriek of surprise, then began to wail uncontrollably. His parents rushed to his side and tried to comfort him, but to no prevail and the little bean continued to cry. He finally stopped when his parents promised to get Santa to heal him, but Aurum continued to sniff, and every once in a while a small tear would fall down his cheek whenever he glanced at the beaver plushie. That night he was very happy with all his new toys, but the beaver plushie sat on the coffee table, untouched by him or his parents. He woke up at midnight, hearing something in the living room. He quietly got out of bed and walked through the hall, into the living room. He gasped at the sight in front of him. Aurum was standing face-to-face with Santa Claus! It was all true - the red coat and hat, the big white beard, the belly that shook like a bowl full of jelly, the kind and twinkling eyes, the pink, round cheeks. Aurum couldn't help but stare. Santa beamed at the little bean and handed him the beaver plushie. The rip was completely gone. "Be careful with him." Santa said, and patted Aurum on the back. "His name is Aureus, which is a lot like your name, isn't it? It means 'Golden.'" Aurum looked from Aureus to Santa Claus then back again. "Th-thanks Santa..." He stammered, then grinned up at the kind old man. "He will always be golden to me." So Santa gave him a pat on the back, then sent him off to bed. In the morning when Aurum woke up, he was holding Aureus, and the rip was gone. From that day, he believed in Santa Claus, and he's kept Aureus in perfect condition all these years, because he was an extra special gift from Santa, and by now he wasn't just a toy, but a friend.