Drawn to life: The true Story

I. The Beginning

1950, in a land of Dreams and color

It was a beautiful day at the Raposa village. At a hospital, many new raposa babies were being born, and each of them were special…………well, all except for one. "What are you going to name him, honey" a raposa said to his wife. "Let's name …..Wilfre."

Meanwhile, other babies were being born. Their names ranged from Cookie to Zshasha. Soon, years passed by, and the children began to grow and live their dreams……..all except for Wilfre. Christmas time was always fun for the raposa, but not for Wilfre. No, he was always naughty, all year long. Why you ask? Because he loved adventure and thought that he can make better things than the Creator. He stole the Book of Life and the mayor, who was consumed in anger, told him that he was to leave from this village forever. *Outraged, Wilfre tore the Book of Life apart and fled. Dark clouds filled the air afterwards. But no one knew what he left behind. A baby raposa was left in a basket sitting on the porch of the mayor's house. As the mayor went back home, he saw the baby, which was left with a broken attached note.

It read:

Please take care of my son.

His name is Jowee.

I will come back-ripped part-

Bring him back to me 13 years from now.

But don't forget to bring the basket after you read this-ripped part-

And leave it on the entrance of the village.

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The mayor looked at the baby again. He had a set of blue clothes with him, along with goggles, and a scarf too. He took the baby inside and took the basket with him.