Eternal Mametchi Fan
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Aaahhh, look what I found, a story I wrote in January! If it’s too rude, forgive me, because I didn’t do a very good job of checking it.
EMF, you have a Visitor! (Part 1)
One day, I was lounging in my room geeking out on my laptop. I was making all sorts of wacky animated gifs. I planned on posting them on TamaTalk later. Boy, would everyone get a surprise!
Before long, I had gotten bored. So, I shut my laptop and pulled out a book from under my bed. I studied the cover. It was called The Cat Who Came in from the Cold by Deric Longden. One of my favorite novels of all time! I flicked through the pages, and burst out laughing. Who ever heard of a cat swearing at its owner?
“EMF, you have a visitor!” a voice interrupted my reading. The voice was familiar, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. I closed the book, glanced up – and nearly screamed in disbelief.
There was a short figure standing in my doorway. He was yellow with stubby legs and an oversized head that defied the laws of gravity. His huge, round eyes shone, and he had fuzzy, dark blue ears on top of his head.
I managed to utter a single word. “Mametchi?” Actually, it is not a real word, but who cares?
Mametchi nodded and smiled at me. “Yep, that’s me all right!” He strolled into my room and his smile turned into a frown as he scanned the piles of rubbish, clothes, and all sorts of thingamajigs scattered on the floor. “Your room is a pig sty.”
“Yeah,” I admitted, “but it isn’t very often I get visitors, so I never bother to clean up unless you actually have to wade through all the mess. Anyway,” I continued, changing the subject, “how did you know my name? Or rather, my TamaTalk username?”
Mametchi gave me a look. “It is a Tamagotchi’s place to know things,” he answered mysteriously. He hopped up onto my bed and sat by my side. “There are some things I am not allowed to give away; I can’t even tell you how I got here.”
“Oh.”
For the next few moments, we both stared at each other, not saying a word. He stared at me with a sort of curiosity, and I stared at him in a way that resembled ogling.
Mametchi’s stomach growled.
“Oops,” he muttered, patting his tummy. “Do you think you could get me something to eat?”
“Sure,” I replied, and then walked into the kitchen in search of a snack for my new companion. I opened the fridge and rummaged around. I thought Mametchi would like a drink, as well as something to eat.
Soon I returned with a cheese stick in one hand and a glass of orange and passion fruit juice in the other. I gave them to Mametchi. He thanked me and gobbled up the cheese stick. Then, he began to chug down the juice.
“I poured that in my ear once,” I said, gesturing at the juice.
Mametchi stopped drinking and a look of sheer horror crossed his face.
“No, that’s not the exact same juice I poured in my ear,” I explained. “I just meant it was the same brand and flavor and everything.”
Mametchi appeared relieved. He finished off the juice, and handed me the empty cup. “Please put this back in the kitchen.”
I scowled. My little brothers said that to me ALL the time, except without saying the word ‘please’. Was it so hard to put a cup in the sink without asking somebody else to? Still, I obeyed Mametchi’s order, and then I thought about what I should do to make his visit to my house worthwhile.
I decided to let him play with my Nintendo DS. As he became transfixed in a game of Sonic Colours, I said to him, “Can I tell anyone else about you?”
“No,” Mametchi responded, his gaze never straying from the screen of the DS. “Many years ago, two foolish Tamagotchis ventured to Earth and were found by an unkind human.” He shuddered. “Only one of them returned…and he told all the other Tamagotchis what happened to his partner, so that is why we are always cautious about letting humans see us.”
“What happened to the unlucky Tamagotchi?” I pressed.
Mametchi didn’t respond. He had stopped playing the DS. He stared straight ahead, and his whole body was rigid.
“What’s wrong?” I demanded.
“I’ve got to go!” he squeaked.
I became worried. Surely Mametchi couldn’t leave so soon! “Where? How?! WHY?!” I asked frantically.
“I mean I’ve got to go,” Mametchi corrected, clutching his groin.
“Oh.”
Not knowing what else to do, I shoved him up my shirt so nobody would see him, and hurried to the bathroom door… but it was locked, and I heard the unmistakable pouring of the shower coming from inside.
I let Mametchi tumble out of my shirt and onto the floor. “I can’t take you to the toilet,” I told him. “Someone’s having a shower.”
He looked distressed. But at least I had the perfect idea! I picked Mametchi up in my arms and felt his little body straining as it desperately tried to convince his bladder to hold it in just a little longer. Not wanting to get a surprise soaking, I quickly plonked him in my cat’s litter tray.
It was just in time! A concentrated frown crossed his face as he did number two right before my eyes.
“Does that feel better now?” I asked when he had finished.
Mametchi blushed, but nodded. “Erm, yeah. But if it ever happens again, close your eyes, will you?”
~*~
It was now night time. Mametchi and I had spent most of the day looking at my Tamagotchi collection together and chatting about stuff that usually only old ladies bother to talk about.
I glanced at my Hello Kitty clock. “It’s 12:30am,” I announced. “Bedtime.” I crossed the room and shut my door, making sure it was locked.
“What are you doing?” Mametchi asked.
“I have to change into my pajamas,” I replied as I opened my wardrobe.
Mametchi took a step back. “What about me?! I’m still in here!”
“Don’t look then.”
I fished out a nightgown with a picture of a chicken on it that said “Top Bird”. I removed all my clothes and glanced at Mametchi. His eyes were popping out of his head and his mouth was wide open. I shrugged and then put on underpants, a singlet, and the night gown. I didn’t put on a bra because I have discovered that if I wear a bra to bed, my chances of getting insomnia increase by 20%.
“What were you looking at?” I challenged once I had finished changing.
Mametchi shook his head vigorously. “Nothing,” he insisted.
“Well then, it’s sleepy time!” I tucked him in my bed, turned out the light, and then snuggled in next to him. He seemed cautious for some reason. I just lay there ogling him, even though I couldn’t see very well in the dark.
Mametchi did, however, notice the lustful looks I was giving him. “Why do you keep looking at me like that?” he questioned suspiciously.
I leaned closer and whispered some words in his ear. He gasped, clambered onto the floor, and fell asleep there. Was it something I said? I thought.
The next morning, I woke up two hours later than I usually do because I had gotten insomnia. So much for the bra theory. I got out of bed… and my foot came crashing down on Mametchi. He let out a yelp and scrambled to his feet.
“Sorry,” I apologized. “Are you okay?”
“I don’t know,” he muttered, rubbing his side. I gently prodded him to make sure he didn’t have any broken bones. He was bruised, but there was no serious damage.
“I’ll go fetch you some ice,” I said. “But first, I need to change out of my pajamas.”
I took off my pajamas and put on some everyday clothes, including a bra, and then I opened my door. I went to the kitchen and put a few ice blocks from our freezer in a plastic bag. I also decided to fix some breakfast. I made a bigger meal than I usually did; it consisted of a slice of leftover pizza, a cheese stick, and a Santa behind. Mind you, it was from a chocolate Santa. I somehow managed to carry the plate of food, the bag of ice, and a cup of soda to my room.
I placed my breakfast on my bedside table and pressed the ice against the bruises on Mametchi’s side.
“I-it’s c-c-cold,” Mametchi stuttered, his teeth chattering. After a minute or two, the pain seemed to have subsided, so I tossed the ice bag under my bed. That’s where just about everything in this house ends up.
It was time to eat. Mametchi loved the cheese stick I had given him yesterday, so I gave him this one too. He also wanted to try the pizza. I was left with a chocolate Santa behind and cup of Sprite soda. Mametchi and I both ate our rather unusual breakfasts.
“Now I have to go!” Mametchi exclaimed suddenly, and for a moment I thought he meant he had to return to Tamagotchi Planet. However, he was talking about peeing again. He skedaddled to the bathroom, and I followed him to make sure nobody was awake. Sure enough, everybody except me and Mametchi were snoring the morning away.
But there was ONE resident of the house who was wide awake – Franco. My black and white kitty with wide amber eyes. Don’t mess with Franco. He may look cuddly, but his teeth and claws will soon prove that he’s a force to be reckoned with.
Franco was lurking around the bathroom door as if he sensed that her next potential victim was in there. As the door handle turned, I knew at once that whatever happened next wasn’t going to be pretty.
As soon as Mametchi stepped out of the bathroom, Franco turned into a hissing tornado of bristling fur and thorn-sharp claws. I dove in to the rescue. I snatched Franco by the scruff on the back of his neck and flung him outside. I had saved the day!
Then I saw Mametchi. He was slumped against the wall with cat scratches covering him from head to toe. His eyes were closed, and at first I feared he was dead, but when I looked closely, I could see that he was still breathing.
I quickly grabbed a towel, a roll of toilet tissue, some Dettol cream, and a box of Band-Aids. I wrapped up Mametchi in the towel and carried him to my room. I gently lowered him onto my bed, and frantically tried to stop the bleeding with the tissue. I then rubbed Dettol cream all over him, and stuck Band-Aids over the worst of the cuts.
After a while, Mametchi began to stir. At first he seemed confused, but then his eyes glowed with newfound warmth and respect. “You saved my life!” he murmured with a faint smile.
I smiled back at him. “Because I love you.”
Did I really just say that?
I did. I waited nervously for Mametchi’s reaction. At first he just stared. Then he got up and gave me a hug that made my heart go all mushy. “I love you too,” he beamed.
I lifted him up so that he was at eye-level with me, and we both gazed at each other. Now would be the perfect time to smooch his sweet little mouth.
I held him closer and whispered, “Can I kiss you?”
He closed his eyes and puckered his lips, which was an answer in itself. But before I could react, I heard my 5-year-old brother shout, “IKEMEN MAMETCHI IS GOING TO POOP ALL OVER YOUR FLOOR!”
I thrust Mametchi under the blanket and watched in disbelief as my little brother raced into my room, dumped a bucket of real guinea pig doo all over my carpet, and ran away.
Mametchi’s head popped out from under the blanket. “Ikemen Mametchi? What was that all about?” he frowned.
I didn’t reply. I had a lot of cleaning up to do.
~*~
At last my floor was tidy again. Mametchi had spent the time rummaging through my notebooks and gawking at all the dreadful stuff I drew and wrote about.
“Now what should we do?” I questioned.
“We could play a board game,” he suggested.
“Ok.”
Before long, I was playing a game of Monopoly with Mametchi. Monopoly is just one big headache! My little brothers love the game, but then again they don’t even play it properly.
After many long hours, the game was over. Mametchi had won. With an annoyed swipe of my arm, I scattered the houses everywhere.
“Are you mad?” Mametchi asked.
“No,” I lied. “Let’s play Cluedo instead.”
So we played Cluedo. I love that game! I pretended I was Detective Anpan trying to solve a crime by Thief Papillon. There was only one problem: Thief Papillon didn’t kill people.
“I know!” Mametchi exclaimed suddenly. “Professor Plum did it in the Dining Room using the rope!”
We pulled the cards out of the envelope. He was right. I threw the game board across the room and folded my arms. What sort of name was Professor Plum? And who the heck murdered people in the Dining Room using a rope anyhow?
“Let’s play another game!” Mametchi grinned.
“No,” I pouted. “Let’s go see what’s on TV.”
I am the type of person who never watches television but I thought that Mametchi might be interested in watching it. I found the remote and turned on the TV.
And what we saw was so obscene I shall never ever repeat it to anyone.
I instantly turned off the TV. We found something much safer and more pleasant to do: playing with plastic bags! I blew some air into one and pounded it with my fist. BOW!
Mametchi did the same. BOW!
BOW! BOW! BOW! We continued popping plastic bags until Mametchi paused with a worried expression on his face.
“Are you okay, little buddy?” I inquired.
Mametchi looked at me in despair. “I really have to go.”
“Oh, go to the toilet then,” I told him.
“That’s not what I mean,” he informed. “I mean I must return to Tamagotchi Planet.”
It took a while to register. “You’re….going…away?” I stammered.
Mametchi nodded.
I grabbed Mametchi in my arms and hugged him tightly, never wanting to let go. We both cried and clung to each other and sobbed, “I love you!” again and again.
Once the bawling died down, I wiped the tears from Mametchis eyes. It broke my heart to see him crying. “Thank you for visiting me,” I sniffled. “We had so much fun.”
“I’ll never forget you!” he whimpered.
I wanted to ask Mametchi why he had to go, but I knew he wasn’t allowed to tell me. I closed my eyes as I remembered all the fun times I had spent with him… and I felt something soft and wet pressing against my mouth. I opened my eyes a crack. Mametchi was kissing me. Cute.
All too soon, he pulled away. Sparkles began to appear around him. “I’m going now,” he announced sadly. “See you tomorrow!”
And in a flash of light, he was gone.
I stared at my empty arms. WHAT had Mametchi said? ‘See you tomorrow’? That meant he was coming back! All that fuss over nothing.
But I couldn’t bring myself to be angry at him. Instead, I said to myself, “Return soon, Mametchi!” I knew that the fun wasn’t over just yet!
EMF, you have a Visitor! (Part 1)
One day, I was lounging in my room geeking out on my laptop. I was making all sorts of wacky animated gifs. I planned on posting them on TamaTalk later. Boy, would everyone get a surprise!
Before long, I had gotten bored. So, I shut my laptop and pulled out a book from under my bed. I studied the cover. It was called The Cat Who Came in from the Cold by Deric Longden. One of my favorite novels of all time! I flicked through the pages, and burst out laughing. Who ever heard of a cat swearing at its owner?
“EMF, you have a visitor!” a voice interrupted my reading. The voice was familiar, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. I closed the book, glanced up – and nearly screamed in disbelief.
There was a short figure standing in my doorway. He was yellow with stubby legs and an oversized head that defied the laws of gravity. His huge, round eyes shone, and he had fuzzy, dark blue ears on top of his head.
I managed to utter a single word. “Mametchi?” Actually, it is not a real word, but who cares?
Mametchi nodded and smiled at me. “Yep, that’s me all right!” He strolled into my room and his smile turned into a frown as he scanned the piles of rubbish, clothes, and all sorts of thingamajigs scattered on the floor. “Your room is a pig sty.”
“Yeah,” I admitted, “but it isn’t very often I get visitors, so I never bother to clean up unless you actually have to wade through all the mess. Anyway,” I continued, changing the subject, “how did you know my name? Or rather, my TamaTalk username?”
Mametchi gave me a look. “It is a Tamagotchi’s place to know things,” he answered mysteriously. He hopped up onto my bed and sat by my side. “There are some things I am not allowed to give away; I can’t even tell you how I got here.”
“Oh.”
For the next few moments, we both stared at each other, not saying a word. He stared at me with a sort of curiosity, and I stared at him in a way that resembled ogling.
Mametchi’s stomach growled.
“Oops,” he muttered, patting his tummy. “Do you think you could get me something to eat?”
“Sure,” I replied, and then walked into the kitchen in search of a snack for my new companion. I opened the fridge and rummaged around. I thought Mametchi would like a drink, as well as something to eat.
Soon I returned with a cheese stick in one hand and a glass of orange and passion fruit juice in the other. I gave them to Mametchi. He thanked me and gobbled up the cheese stick. Then, he began to chug down the juice.
“I poured that in my ear once,” I said, gesturing at the juice.
Mametchi stopped drinking and a look of sheer horror crossed his face.
“No, that’s not the exact same juice I poured in my ear,” I explained. “I just meant it was the same brand and flavor and everything.”
Mametchi appeared relieved. He finished off the juice, and handed me the empty cup. “Please put this back in the kitchen.”
I scowled. My little brothers said that to me ALL the time, except without saying the word ‘please’. Was it so hard to put a cup in the sink without asking somebody else to? Still, I obeyed Mametchi’s order, and then I thought about what I should do to make his visit to my house worthwhile.
I decided to let him play with my Nintendo DS. As he became transfixed in a game of Sonic Colours, I said to him, “Can I tell anyone else about you?”
“No,” Mametchi responded, his gaze never straying from the screen of the DS. “Many years ago, two foolish Tamagotchis ventured to Earth and were found by an unkind human.” He shuddered. “Only one of them returned…and he told all the other Tamagotchis what happened to his partner, so that is why we are always cautious about letting humans see us.”
“What happened to the unlucky Tamagotchi?” I pressed.
Mametchi didn’t respond. He had stopped playing the DS. He stared straight ahead, and his whole body was rigid.
“What’s wrong?” I demanded.
“I’ve got to go!” he squeaked.
I became worried. Surely Mametchi couldn’t leave so soon! “Where? How?! WHY?!” I asked frantically.
“I mean I’ve got to go,” Mametchi corrected, clutching his groin.
“Oh.”
Not knowing what else to do, I shoved him up my shirt so nobody would see him, and hurried to the bathroom door… but it was locked, and I heard the unmistakable pouring of the shower coming from inside.
I let Mametchi tumble out of my shirt and onto the floor. “I can’t take you to the toilet,” I told him. “Someone’s having a shower.”
He looked distressed. But at least I had the perfect idea! I picked Mametchi up in my arms and felt his little body straining as it desperately tried to convince his bladder to hold it in just a little longer. Not wanting to get a surprise soaking, I quickly plonked him in my cat’s litter tray.
It was just in time! A concentrated frown crossed his face as he did number two right before my eyes.
“Does that feel better now?” I asked when he had finished.
Mametchi blushed, but nodded. “Erm, yeah. But if it ever happens again, close your eyes, will you?”
~*~
It was now night time. Mametchi and I had spent most of the day looking at my Tamagotchi collection together and chatting about stuff that usually only old ladies bother to talk about.
I glanced at my Hello Kitty clock. “It’s 12:30am,” I announced. “Bedtime.” I crossed the room and shut my door, making sure it was locked.
“What are you doing?” Mametchi asked.
“I have to change into my pajamas,” I replied as I opened my wardrobe.
Mametchi took a step back. “What about me?! I’m still in here!”
“Don’t look then.”
I fished out a nightgown with a picture of a chicken on it that said “Top Bird”. I removed all my clothes and glanced at Mametchi. His eyes were popping out of his head and his mouth was wide open. I shrugged and then put on underpants, a singlet, and the night gown. I didn’t put on a bra because I have discovered that if I wear a bra to bed, my chances of getting insomnia increase by 20%.
“What were you looking at?” I challenged once I had finished changing.
Mametchi shook his head vigorously. “Nothing,” he insisted.
“Well then, it’s sleepy time!” I tucked him in my bed, turned out the light, and then snuggled in next to him. He seemed cautious for some reason. I just lay there ogling him, even though I couldn’t see very well in the dark.
Mametchi did, however, notice the lustful looks I was giving him. “Why do you keep looking at me like that?” he questioned suspiciously.
I leaned closer and whispered some words in his ear. He gasped, clambered onto the floor, and fell asleep there. Was it something I said? I thought.
The next morning, I woke up two hours later than I usually do because I had gotten insomnia. So much for the bra theory. I got out of bed… and my foot came crashing down on Mametchi. He let out a yelp and scrambled to his feet.
“Sorry,” I apologized. “Are you okay?”
“I don’t know,” he muttered, rubbing his side. I gently prodded him to make sure he didn’t have any broken bones. He was bruised, but there was no serious damage.
“I’ll go fetch you some ice,” I said. “But first, I need to change out of my pajamas.”
I took off my pajamas and put on some everyday clothes, including a bra, and then I opened my door. I went to the kitchen and put a few ice blocks from our freezer in a plastic bag. I also decided to fix some breakfast. I made a bigger meal than I usually did; it consisted of a slice of leftover pizza, a cheese stick, and a Santa behind. Mind you, it was from a chocolate Santa. I somehow managed to carry the plate of food, the bag of ice, and a cup of soda to my room.
I placed my breakfast on my bedside table and pressed the ice against the bruises on Mametchi’s side.
“I-it’s c-c-cold,” Mametchi stuttered, his teeth chattering. After a minute or two, the pain seemed to have subsided, so I tossed the ice bag under my bed. That’s where just about everything in this house ends up.
It was time to eat. Mametchi loved the cheese stick I had given him yesterday, so I gave him this one too. He also wanted to try the pizza. I was left with a chocolate Santa behind and cup of Sprite soda. Mametchi and I both ate our rather unusual breakfasts.
“Now I have to go!” Mametchi exclaimed suddenly, and for a moment I thought he meant he had to return to Tamagotchi Planet. However, he was talking about peeing again. He skedaddled to the bathroom, and I followed him to make sure nobody was awake. Sure enough, everybody except me and Mametchi were snoring the morning away.
But there was ONE resident of the house who was wide awake – Franco. My black and white kitty with wide amber eyes. Don’t mess with Franco. He may look cuddly, but his teeth and claws will soon prove that he’s a force to be reckoned with.
Franco was lurking around the bathroom door as if he sensed that her next potential victim was in there. As the door handle turned, I knew at once that whatever happened next wasn’t going to be pretty.
As soon as Mametchi stepped out of the bathroom, Franco turned into a hissing tornado of bristling fur and thorn-sharp claws. I dove in to the rescue. I snatched Franco by the scruff on the back of his neck and flung him outside. I had saved the day!
Then I saw Mametchi. He was slumped against the wall with cat scratches covering him from head to toe. His eyes were closed, and at first I feared he was dead, but when I looked closely, I could see that he was still breathing.
I quickly grabbed a towel, a roll of toilet tissue, some Dettol cream, and a box of Band-Aids. I wrapped up Mametchi in the towel and carried him to my room. I gently lowered him onto my bed, and frantically tried to stop the bleeding with the tissue. I then rubbed Dettol cream all over him, and stuck Band-Aids over the worst of the cuts.
After a while, Mametchi began to stir. At first he seemed confused, but then his eyes glowed with newfound warmth and respect. “You saved my life!” he murmured with a faint smile.
I smiled back at him. “Because I love you.”
Did I really just say that?
I did. I waited nervously for Mametchi’s reaction. At first he just stared. Then he got up and gave me a hug that made my heart go all mushy. “I love you too,” he beamed.
I lifted him up so that he was at eye-level with me, and we both gazed at each other. Now would be the perfect time to smooch his sweet little mouth.
I held him closer and whispered, “Can I kiss you?”
He closed his eyes and puckered his lips, which was an answer in itself. But before I could react, I heard my 5-year-old brother shout, “IKEMEN MAMETCHI IS GOING TO POOP ALL OVER YOUR FLOOR!”
I thrust Mametchi under the blanket and watched in disbelief as my little brother raced into my room, dumped a bucket of real guinea pig doo all over my carpet, and ran away.
Mametchi’s head popped out from under the blanket. “Ikemen Mametchi? What was that all about?” he frowned.
I didn’t reply. I had a lot of cleaning up to do.
~*~
At last my floor was tidy again. Mametchi had spent the time rummaging through my notebooks and gawking at all the dreadful stuff I drew and wrote about.
“Now what should we do?” I questioned.
“We could play a board game,” he suggested.
“Ok.”
Before long, I was playing a game of Monopoly with Mametchi. Monopoly is just one big headache! My little brothers love the game, but then again they don’t even play it properly.
After many long hours, the game was over. Mametchi had won. With an annoyed swipe of my arm, I scattered the houses everywhere.
“Are you mad?” Mametchi asked.
“No,” I lied. “Let’s play Cluedo instead.”
So we played Cluedo. I love that game! I pretended I was Detective Anpan trying to solve a crime by Thief Papillon. There was only one problem: Thief Papillon didn’t kill people.
“I know!” Mametchi exclaimed suddenly. “Professor Plum did it in the Dining Room using the rope!”
We pulled the cards out of the envelope. He was right. I threw the game board across the room and folded my arms. What sort of name was Professor Plum? And who the heck murdered people in the Dining Room using a rope anyhow?
“Let’s play another game!” Mametchi grinned.
“No,” I pouted. “Let’s go see what’s on TV.”
I am the type of person who never watches television but I thought that Mametchi might be interested in watching it. I found the remote and turned on the TV.
And what we saw was so obscene I shall never ever repeat it to anyone.
I instantly turned off the TV. We found something much safer and more pleasant to do: playing with plastic bags! I blew some air into one and pounded it with my fist. BOW!
Mametchi did the same. BOW!
BOW! BOW! BOW! We continued popping plastic bags until Mametchi paused with a worried expression on his face.
“Are you okay, little buddy?” I inquired.
Mametchi looked at me in despair. “I really have to go.”
“Oh, go to the toilet then,” I told him.
“That’s not what I mean,” he informed. “I mean I must return to Tamagotchi Planet.”
It took a while to register. “You’re….going…away?” I stammered.
Mametchi nodded.
I grabbed Mametchi in my arms and hugged him tightly, never wanting to let go. We both cried and clung to each other and sobbed, “I love you!” again and again.
Once the bawling died down, I wiped the tears from Mametchis eyes. It broke my heart to see him crying. “Thank you for visiting me,” I sniffled. “We had so much fun.”
“I’ll never forget you!” he whimpered.
I wanted to ask Mametchi why he had to go, but I knew he wasn’t allowed to tell me. I closed my eyes as I remembered all the fun times I had spent with him… and I felt something soft and wet pressing against my mouth. I opened my eyes a crack. Mametchi was kissing me. Cute.
All too soon, he pulled away. Sparkles began to appear around him. “I’m going now,” he announced sadly. “See you tomorrow!”
And in a flash of light, he was gone.
I stared at my empty arms. WHAT had Mametchi said? ‘See you tomorrow’? That meant he was coming back! All that fuss over nothing.
But I couldn’t bring myself to be angry at him. Instead, I said to myself, “Return soon, Mametchi!” I knew that the fun wasn’t over just yet!
