Every new day is a new opportunity. Living like the way he is, Barron The Yoshi can say this is a false statement. The sense of a better opportunity never opens up for one to take. One might not even take the chance to seize the opportunity. As fall comes to an end, the breeze gets heavier. As the wind whistles through, Barron is thinking of this statement. Opportunities. A chance. Nah. Who would need a chance of paradise when it's already here on Yoshi's Island? The enveloping island is a reality that Yoshis couldn't ask more of. They couldn't ask for more. The community of Yoshis has always been simple and undemanding to reality. Yoshis are known to be very contributable with everyone. Known to all, Yoshis have never done anything bad. It is a life of peace, a life of prosperity. To Barron, it is a life of no escape. But hell, to him as long as his community is happy, he can live with it.

Every new day is a new opportunity. Living in the fact that nothing changes. Barron knows that if he can get the opportunity he will grasp it, but he also knows there is no opportunity to take. The wind grows stronger as berry bushes start to shake. The wind doesn't express the island's tropical nature. Only happening once in the winter, the wind takes a cold turn. Barron loves the wind. Cheep Cheeps start to crowd the water getting ready for the nighttime. The Yoshi walks over taking a closer look almost dipping his head over the horizon. He sees his reflection. Barron is an orange-colored Yoshi. He was more known for his bandana he wears around his neck. He can't understand how the fish are able to go out anywhere in the ocean but they stay here. Nobody takes the opportunity. Nobody understands its grasp. Barron soon feels an emotion of hatred toward the cheep cheeps as the Sun starts to set. He takes one breath of the wind then turns back towards Yoshi Village.

The mood at night was more brightening than dark for Yoshi Village. When it comes to Yoshis, they never lose their luminous attitudes. The berry bushes gave a scented breeze to Barron as he walked to the light of Yoshi village. He felt a lot better remembering tonight was a celebration for winter coming soon. Getting closer and closer he can see where the light was coming from. A small fire was bristling through the Yoshis surrounding it. Coming off the coast into this light, it felt a lot warmer. Not only was he physically warm, but also Barron felt the heat of joy for this night. Then the sound that ruled the island filled his ears. The melody of the music composed by his own kind. Nobody but Barron and the rest who inhabit this village can understand the importance of this sound. Leaving all thoughts before behind, he rushed off into the light.

The light brought fear to their eyes. The Cheep Cheeps were getting ready to rest in the night, but only a flame stopped their slumber. This specific flock of Cheep Cheeps never understood Yoshis. Being able to wander the water endlessly, they felt drawing towards this island. These specific fish have crossed this island for the first time only. Maybe it's the tropical weather, or the warm ocean, or even the amount of harmless enemies. But the Yoshis somehow brought fear to them now, not for the flame but for their presence. The Cheep Cheeps fear that this island might be no more for them. As the Yoshis celebrate, the cheep cheeps have fear of dreadfulness to themselves. Of what can others do to them? No. For what the Yoshis can bring to them. None of their ancestors who lived on the oceans of this island can tell them if they are safe. The flame brought fear.

The flame brought joy. It didn't represent anything but joy. The community of dinosaurs came together to have a party full of feasts, music, dancing, and even racing. Barron knew that they do all of these events all the time but this was special. It was special because it is occasional. The night was bright, brighter than a sunny day. Barron was never alone living with his kind, so anytime he gets the chance he tries to go alone. To Barron, it's nice to take a walk and think of things on his mind. The Yoshi hardly speaks about his thoughts. There was a couple of times he told Boshi what he thought about himself, but besides that he isn't the "opening up" type.

"Finally back from your afternoon walk, I see?"

Barron turned around to see the blue Yoshi himself. It always fooled him why Boshi wears his glasses at night as much as in the day. I'll never understand style. Barron thought to himself. The shadows of the fire distracted his view of Boshi as it glazed a monstrous form like a bellowing beast.

"What am I, a statue?" Boshi gestured stubbornly.

"You should know I always come back around this time, especially on a night like this."

"Well kid I know that you also slack off from duties to take your dumb walks as well."

Barron gave a stern stare at Boshi. "You know I don't know why you call me kid all the time when I am obviously not that young anymore."

"Don't be such a whiner. I call everyone anyway I like and they don't care."

Barron ignored the Blue Yoshi's last remark and stared back at the flame.

He looked closer to the heart of the flame. It looked like the color that binds who he is. Orange. Even on a wonderful night like this, in Barron's mind, fire always looked destructive. Surrounding the fire was Yoshi Village, a small area that expands wide around the island with little huts marking around each individual's home. All the huts look the same but each one gives each Yoshi a powerful spark of uniqueness. One spark of fire can replace this spark of uniqueness. Replace it with ashes. Barron tries to put his mind on something else.

One thing that bothers Barron the most was how this day comes not too often. It's like teasing the fact that not too many crazy stuff happens to him. Nothing new any other day, just the regular routine he always goes through. Tonight was different, but it made him less excited to know the fact that it won't happen again in a while. All the happiness he makes up today is taken away the next day. Yoshi's Island is a utopia to all Yoshis who wander it. The gentle breeze feels like a sort of heaven on their skin. The powerful supply of fruit gives a sensation of happiness. The jungle was filled with wonderful scenery for all Yoshis to exhibit with so much room that the eye can see to run around and have fun. Such a peaceful society. Such a wasteful society. Barron felt like this society was forgetting something. Something off this island. Many Yoshis come and go but too many stay here.

Barron was tired. He felt a sense of forgetfulness and pride to himself. Nothing can stop him of leaving this place but a sense of regret. These are his friends. Barron never had a genetic family so his friends were the closest he had. What bothered him was that on Yoshi's island all the dinosaurs are supportive. Many Yoshi's have traveled to many outside lands like the Mushroom Kingdom, Koopa Kingdom, etc. Barron hasn't left the island yet, but once he does he doesn't want to come back until a long time. The island feels like a fence guarding where he goes. The only thing stopping him is his own self-emotions. He plays it through is head like a record. Goodbye! Adios! Sayonara! But a happy wave from his friends turns into a frown of missing his presence.

Who would miss me?

Everyone.

But why would they care?

Because.

The moon shined above. Barron was getting restless and wanted to go to bed. He moved past Boshi without looking at him and went through the trees that separated the fire with his orange color. As he pushed himself forward he became happier to go to sleep. This day doesn't come often but Barron wasn't up for it. He wasn't up for anything at the moment. So when he reached his resting spot he knew he was going to have a long slumber. Thoughts continued to go through his head. Even with the loud music rushing through his ears he kept going back to this thought. Every new day is a new opportunity.

The Yoshi fell asleep.