It's been ages since I have told a tale. But who am I to speak about time and age. Generations of new Yoshis come and go, just like the seasons. Days become months, to turn into years, decades, and now, centuries. For a Yoshi of nearly six and a half centuries in age, time is nearly irrelevant and the life of any creature is as transient as a desert flower.
Oh, but how rude of me for not introducing myself. Amador, Yoshi with the power of plants and any other material in the green organic department, pleased to have met your acquaintance. What was that you asked? Why do I look so young? I can bore you with technical reasons of why I have an appearance of being centuries younger, but simply put, I was cursed with immortality.
But enough about me! Besides, you probably won't hear the end of it if I blab about myself; you probably don't have a lifetime to listen. But there is a certain life changing event that turned this cynical, dark green Yoshi clad in human clothing, meaning, me, into a… Well, I am still a bit of a cynic, but with a better outlook and hope for the newer generations. Please, take a seat. It all happened 50 years ago…