Hello, Im new here, you can see. And this is my first story! Well, not really my first story to make, but the first story to ever post on the internet...please be nice to me, I have no idea what to name the story too, so -Im not good with names-...And also, Im not pretty good with english, I don't live in America. But anyways, read the story and please enjoy!

PS: All characters have clothes in here, and other accessories.

Prologue

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AGE:

Mom- ?

Flippy- 6

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"Dear, Flippy! Please come down here!" Called a female voice downstairs.

"Im coming mom!" An innocent voice replied, named Flippy. He was kneeling down and in front of him was a box full of clothes, and the ones surrounding the box which he picked up last and threw it all into the box were his toys. A robot, a toy car and a teddy bear. It's funny that he himself was a bear. A green one. That was wearing a light green shirt.

Flippy closed the box, and carried it. Struggling to find his balance, he wobbled towards the open door and made it to the stairs without any harm. Taking slowly steps down, careful not to fall.

"Dear hurry! The truck will leave us soon!" His mom called out once more. Flippy started wobbling again, after nearly losing his footing on one step down. He managed to step back a little, but with the heavy box in his paws, it weighed him a bit and his foot found itself to the edge of one of the steps. And there he goes, painfully sliding down the stairs' step.

CRASH!

He heard his mother gasped, looking straight at her son's dizzied expression from the fall and the box was open with all the clothes of his flying around. "Son! Flippy dear! Oh blue blazes, are you alright?" She dropped what she was carrying -which were boxes- and ran to her possibly injured son.

Flippy shook his head, snapping out of his dizzy trance, and looked up at his mother with his dark green eyes. His mother was beautiful, a bear too, a much more lighter shade than his limegreen fur. "Im okay, mom..." he's sure he's alright. He hates lying to his mother, but this time he's sure he's fine. It was a hard fall, but still.

"Here." His mother gave him her gentle kind smile and pulled out her hand. Flippy, of course took it, and tried standing. He did, but hissed once he actually really weighed down from the help. His right ankle was hurting, stinging him and not allowing him to stretch it out to go away. Or else it might get worse. "Well, blue blazes, Flippy. You should becareful next time...and should not run downstairs when carrying something really heavy." She lifted Flippy up, who was whimpering from the pain.

"Don't cry my little one. Just becareful next time." She told him. And placed him on the to-be-moved couch and walked off, then came back with the first aid kit at hand.

After bandaging up her cub, she fixed the box that fell on the stairs and carried it to their car, along with Flippy. Glob, he was only 6 years old who didn't know better.

After moving other needed stuff into the moving truck, Flippy's mother had placed him in the backseat and he took the seatbelts. She went in front to drive and followed the moving truck.

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Im so sorry! It's super short! But don't worry, Im making Chapter 1 longer than you'll ever expected. ;P And please still remember, Im new around here. And Im not good at speaking english, Im not good at explainng either. So please be nice. ^_^

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