My first attempt ever to try for a kia, I hope this is OK ;a;Username ;;
DerbyGirl
Kia's Gender ;;
Male
Kia's name ;;
Smore's
An object or symbol of importance ;;
Marshmallows
Why ;;
When Smore's was but a small kiamara, like every young fellow his age he went to school. One particular year, he had recently switched schools-he knew no kias, and he was at an awkward stage where it can be hard to make friends. He felt really nervous when one day, his teacher announced that the class would be going camping that weekend. He knew nobody, and he had never even been camping before. Doom was written all over it.
When his mom found out after he got home, she quietly went to the panty and pulled out a bag of marshmallows. "Son, this is the ticket to friends and fun. Take these."
He stared at the marshmallows. How on earth would marshmallows relieve him of the painful weekend ahead? He rolled his eyes and packed the sticky treat in with the rest of the belongings that were listed on the checklist the teacher sent with them.
When Friday came, he was still puzzling over it. Marshmallows. Marshmallows and the possibilities that never make sense filled his mind as he climbed into the bus. Odd visions filled his head as he sat alone for the two hour bus ride. However, at the campsite all of that was forgotten. The class was split up into pairs, so everyone had a tent buddy. Each pair was responsible for setting up their own tent, so Smore's and his partner worked together to set up theirs properly. Smore's didn't know the kia, but he seemed nice enough.
When nighttime fell and all the kias had their tents up, the class had a blast roasting hotdogs over the fire. Smore's pal's hotdog fell into the fire once, which sent the class roaring with laughter as the sparks flew and the hotdog whined and groaned amidst the flames. Once the kias had settled down and eaten the meal, the teacher stood up and smiled. "Ok everyone, who wants to now roast marshmallows?"
Every paw sailed high in the air. Smore's raised his too, although an odd look was upon his face. "I'll go get them from the bus then." the teacher pawed off. He soon returned. "Unfortunately class, somehow the marshmallows didn't make the trip. Sorry. Graham crackers anyone?"
Smore's had to raise his voice high to go above the din of disappointed kias. "Uhm, excuse me-I have some. Uh, uh, I'll go get them." He stuttered to an astonished crowd. He quickly returned with the bag. There arose quite a cheer, and Smore's found himself being clapped on the back and thanked. He resumed his seat by his tent buddy. "You know..." spoke his friend. "I thought that this camping time would stink, as you seemed so...uncool. But I may be wrong. Friends?" the kia rose his paw high in the air. Smore's high fived him. "Totally. Now, let's roast some marshmallows before the rest hog them all!
Years have went by, but everytime Smore's sees a bag of marshmallows, he can still smell the smoke of the air, the crisp air, and the shampoo of his still best-friend that had sat beside him that night. For friends are like marshmallows-even when torn apart, they can easily stick back together given time.