This "story" was written for author, TheInsane. Dude, thank you so much for all your help editting my stories and giving me your opinions, creative advice and critique. Likewise, I will do the same for you whenever needed. Just ask.
Mario walked along, wondering how he was going to save Princess Peach from Bowser.
But eventually came to the conclusion that it just couldn't be done by one lone person.
One way or another, he would need a companion to guide him through the hardest of battles and aid him through the most difficult perils.
It was then, he saw a beckon of the most spectacular light and was immediately drawn to it.
He approached and found it to be a floating block with a question mark passing by.
He jumped and struck the block with his mighty, gloved fist.
And to his amazement, a white egg with green spots emerged and hatched just seconds later.
It was then that a little dinosaur rose from the cracked egg, and took it's first breath of air.
The miracle of life brought tears to the small plumber's eyes.
He watched as the young Yoshi began to search and sniff around for something to eat.
Mario thought that perhaps this was the companion he yearned for.
He approached the creature and sat on his saddle only to be brutally bitten and thrown to the ground by it's enormously sticky tongue.
And moments later, Mario was devoured and digested.
Mario learned a valuable lesson that day, that most people of the present day and age do not learn and take advantage of.
Newborn dinosaurs are hungry mother fuckers.
Derived from a chat with TheInsane about the awful N-64 game, Yoshi Story. The Yoshis eat 80 of their enemies and shit them out as eggs. The other 20, they toss those same eggs at and upon contact, they explode into fireworks. Again, TheInsane, thanks so much for all your help.