Why Couldn't They Be Pandas? [ If someone ever wanted to witness a grown man crying, they would have to look no further than up into the boughs of trees in the Hinterland woods. Yogi wasn't even ashamed of it, because frankly if there was ever a time to cry it was now - waking up in a strange place, none of his friends anywhere close, and being chased by very angry bears. Bears! And not the cute, cuddly kind, but the kind with claws and teeth and looking very, very angry. He had tried apologizing, he had, but they hadn't wanted to listen and now he was scrambling across thin branches and trunks to keep out of their way.
So far he thought he was making a good pace and keeping ahead of the sounds of rotten breaths and scraping claws. That was until he the world suddenly inverted and the sky became the ground and the ground became the sky. He squawked as he turned, hanging from one of the long straggling straps of his shirt tangled with a nest of branches. And yes, the tears are still falling from those multicolored eyes. ]
Don't let them eat me!
The Show Must Go On [ If the little village in the Hinterlands was not usually full of children's laughter, then today was a bright change. Despite the cold weather and the chill sunlight, a gaggle of children shrieked and giggled at the funny man in the center of town. He was dressed in strange attire, but he moved nimbly, flipping and twirling along the rim of a fountain, dropping down into a handstand on the ground, and other feats of acrobatics. He suddenly swirled to a stop though, throwing out his arms grandly. ]
Filled with the power of man's spirit! I'm the Sparkling Prince who makes your heart throb! Yogi has arrived!
Yogi | Karneval | Rifter
[ If someone ever wanted to witness a grown man crying, they would have to look no further than up into the boughs of trees in the Hinterland woods. Yogi wasn't even ashamed of it, because frankly if there was ever a time to cry it was now - waking up in a strange place, none of his friends anywhere close, and being chased by very angry bears. Bears! And not the cute, cuddly kind, but the kind with claws and teeth and looking very, very angry. He had tried apologizing, he had, but they hadn't wanted to listen and now he was scrambling across thin branches and trunks to keep out of their way.
So far he thought he was making a good pace and keeping ahead of the sounds of rotten breaths and scraping claws. That was until he the world suddenly inverted and the sky became the ground and the ground became the sky. He squawked as he turned, hanging from one of the long straggling straps of his shirt tangled with a nest of branches. And yes, the tears are still falling from those multicolored eyes. ]
Don't let them eat me!
The Show Must Go On
[ If the little village in the Hinterlands was not usually full of children's laughter, then today was a bright change. Despite the cold weather and the chill sunlight, a gaggle of children shrieked and giggled at the funny man in the center of town. He was dressed in strange attire, but he moved nimbly, flipping and twirling along the rim of a fountain, dropping down into a handstand on the ground, and other feats of acrobatics. He suddenly swirled to a stop though, throwing out his arms grandly. ]
Filled with the power of man's spirit! I'm the Sparkling Prince who makes your heart throb! Yogi has arrived!
[ Is this guy for real? ]
Wildcard!
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