"The great strength of Taurus is in their stability, loyalty and dogged determination. Bulls want to get the job done, and they will. What better way to get the riches they so fervently crave?"

"The great strength of the Virgo-born is in their practicality, sharp mind and attention to detail. When merged with their willingness to serve, Virgos become essential helpmates. They can be picky - so what?"

We found him on the edge of the meadow that bordered with D6. My parents guessed that he was about 6 months old, and already had been cast out of his family. My mother knew that a young infant needs breast milk, and as I had been born a mere 3 days ago, my kindly mother took him in, feeling broody after giving birth. Apparently he was adorable, his hair stiffening into two dirty tufts, resembling a bull's horns, but I can't remember. On the way home, a neighbour told my father that even though the child didn't look exactly like him, it still had his nose. He was obviously concerned himself, about his own wife having an affair, and he was right: many times we saw Mrs. O'Connor make her way to the mayor's house... This struck my mother, if she was going to raise this abandoned baby, she should raise us as twins. She promptly carried the child to my uncle Jasper, an esteemed scientific doctor, who managed to narrow his birthday down to the last week, the 23rd – 30th of April; this made him a star sign Taurus. We know this because my mother scrapes in extra money for the family by being a fortune teller- she instantly remembered his bull horns on the first day they saw him, and she swore that she would call him Taurus.

Taurus was my very best friend for around four years, in that time; we covered every single inch of D5, and pulled as many traps and gags as you would think imaginable, even as toddlers, I had the sharp witted brains, and he had the lovable arrogance and eagerness for trouble. In other words: we were the inseparable partners in crime.

Happiness was short lived, with our large family, my parents were struggling to pay the bills, my two eldest brothers had to search for work, and they got the lowest wage, identifying the solid lead mixed in with rocks. It was a lethal job to be in, especially with the fuming environment, but it was the best untrained work they could get. In the summer of my fourth year, workers in the power pkant had a strike. Thousands of peacekeepers flooded in from district two, and they quelled the strike in a matter of hours. Taurus and I were trying to find my sisters, who had joined the strike. We hid behind a barrell as a peacekeeper came walking along the dewsolate lane.

"Thought you could escape eh? Well, we'll squash you just like we squashed your rebellion, ha ha," and with that, he kicked the heavy barrel of rifles onto us. We were trapped. Ironically, big and strong taurus almost immediately passed out. My tiny chest was being crushed.

"Help!" I squaled "Please somebody!" thankfully, a kindly peacekeeper came to our rescue. She plucked us both up, and ran to the meadow.

"Some child catchers were found around here..." she says, dreamily,"they took my baby boy before i could even name him. All the other children were found, but not him... " she smiles sadly. "But he's gone now, "she finishes briskly, shaking herself to reality. Taurus groans groggily, i grinned,

"Who's the sleeping beauty now?" I tease, and he jumped on top of me, I giggled while he pinned me to the ground. In my periferal, I saw a man in a peacekeeper unifrom walking towards us.

"This is my husband, "the woman said

"Hey, taurie, you look like him," I remarked. Both men instantly had the same shocked look on their faces. They were identical! The peacekeeper crouched down.

"Hey, little man," He said,"can I see your wrist? He asked, tentatively rolling up taurus' sleeve. There were 4 dots and a star tattoed faintly on his forearm,

"It's him," the man gasped," we've found him, we've really found him!"

"What?" asked taurus indignantly, as the man and woman rolled up their own cuffs.

"It means you're our son."

It turned out they were very rich. They gave my family $10 000 for finding & caring for taurus, and promptly shipped out with taurus and his pitiful shoebox of belongings in tow. I didn't see him again for 13 years.