Hello everyone! Yes, I know...this is based off of a famous My Little Pony fanfic called My Little Dashie, but it was too cute for me to pass up! :D

Anyways...ENJOY! 8D

DISCLAIMER!: I don't own Wild Kratts! And I totally don't own Chris either. XD

WKSF1's P.O.V

I live my life, pretty much like anyone else does...one day at a time. Most of those days are uneventful, I mean, come on, what do expect to happen in a small town of less than even 5,000 people? Not to mention living out in the middle of no where from that town. Nothing really is new, nothing changes, and the most exciting times in the town is when Christmas is around and the snowflakes are on the town lights and the main tree in city hall is decked with lights and such.

And that's not even the biggest thing of my life, if you could call it that.

Let's admit it, nothing's really easy in this world for a diabetic. Dealing with this...condition every day can sometimes be a challenge in itself. Luckily it's not so bad that I can't live a, so called, 'normal life'.

But even then... no friends, living in the sticks, literally, incurable disease at the moment...yeah, life can get pretty low.

I guess my only get away from all this is probably...a certain mix of sounds, colors and moving pictures. Yes, a cartoon. But not just any kind of cartoon.

I watched this series the day before I went home from the hospital. I'l still never forget the blonde haired man in the blue shirt and the brunette green shirted guy right behind him being chased by a hyena.

Okay, I know it sounds weird, but hey! That's what happened!

Ever since that day, Wild Kratts literally became almost my life. It wasn't until my father recognized them as a Kratt Brothers, from Zaboomafoo, the show I had loved so much as a young child.

I felt as though a long lost childhood had returned to me. That somehow... it was almost like... a family reunion.

I watched Wild Kratts constantly after that, and even branched out to Kratts Creatures and Be the Creature, other series the bros had done. Ever since I started liking Wild Kratts, I have been asked which brother is my favorite. Honestly, how can I choose? Both need each other to be the whole! But if I must choose, it would probably be Chris. I know, he seems like everyone's favorite. But...I don't know, he's just likable, he's smart, and I really can see us becoming good friends...if I knew him.

Little would I know that on this day, my life would change forever...in that direction.

It was a crisp fall day and it was warm enough to not really need a coat in my standards, but in the shade it could get rather chilly. I decided to do something I almost always did when the weather was like this, I took a walk with my dogs. There's a bridge about a quarter of a mile from where I live, and we always walk there and back. The sky was blue, birds singing along with the last of the crickets for the year. What a perfect day to be outside, after all, there's nothing else better to do. The fandom's been rather quiet, and I don't know why. We used to be booming, but now it seems as even the fandom is starting to settle down into nothing, like the rest of my life.

I'd never give up Wild Kratts, but still, not even having anyone to talk to, like my life before the diabetes... it can get rather lonely.

Anyways, I started walking our lab, and our two poodles down the dirt gravel road. The birds seemed to enjoy our company since they began to sing.

I was rather out of shape at the time, I was breathing heavy by half-way, but I still continued, headphones on, listening to my music, another thing that was almost all my life.

We finally made it to the bridge, nothing seemed different. Of course, with the song Rise from Skillet in my head and going through my ears, all I could really see was the Wild Kratts AMV I had in mind and practicing in my head. But then, on the other side of the bridge was...a box.

I know what your thinking, and you're right. We live in the middle of the country, and people do dump their trash out here when they don't want anything to do with it and don't want to pay a buck, but...this box...it was different. My headphones were still on, and with the wind blowing in one strong gust...it didn't move, like something was in there. Probably more trash. I shrugged and just walked back to the house, not really giving another thought. Until that night.

The wind blew horrendously, slapping itself against the house and moaning while doing so. That box wouldn't leave my mind. I didn't tell my parents because I figured it was a box, somebody will take if or it will blow away, especially in this wind. But still, something kept pulling me to... go look at it again. I finally couldn't take it anymore, and decided to just tell my parents that I was going to go check if my iPod had dropped in the road by the bridge when I went. Of course, I got a tongue lashing for losing it there, but it was the best I could come up with.

With the wind blowing, the wind did blow the box a little bit. Either that or it just fell. I found it by the bank of the creek underneath. Part of one corner was in the water and I'm surprised the water didn't take it. It must have been too heavy.

I crawled down the rocks to the bank, and slowly peeked into the box, planning to find some bag of trash, or possibly even a bunch of beer bottles, but what I found nearly made my heart stop!

There was a baby in there!

But not just any infant. I took a closer look. Since my headphones were off my head, I was able to hear soft mumbling and whining, and the high pitched voice of the child. I took off a small part of the green blanket wrapped around him, well...I'm guessing it was a him, I didn't really check, to see that he had rather a lot of short spiky hair for a child his age.

He must have noticed the cloth was taken off him, because he looked up at me with his brown eyes.

...I knew those eyes.

I knew the hair...and the green blanket sealed it.

I...had a baby Chris Kratt on my hands.

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