HI, AGAIN! This is That Guy here, and to start, I'd like to thank my aunt for giving my FIRST REVIEW! GOD BLESS YOU! Also, in this chapter, I'm going to mention the name of a song I'm planning to write. It's called "Second Wind." It is going to be a fan-dub of the Klonoa song "Stepping Wind," also called the "Wahoo Stomp." Look for it in my story, especially since it'll be pretty easy to find.

Hey guys! Klonoa, reporting for duty, SIR! This chapter is dedicated, in loving memory, to the best dad in the world, MY dad. This isn't gonna be a pretty story, but it tells how I became mute and paralyzed.

Interested, now? Alright, then. Let me tell you the story of how I became like this...

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I was 6 years old when it happened. Dad and I were driving to my school. I was entering in the "Turkey in the Straw Fall Singing Competition," and I was prepared GOOD. You get a TON of bonus points if you wrote a song yourself.

So I did.

It's called "the Ugly Barnacle." Just kidding! It's really called "Second Wind." That's a much cooler name.

I was all ready for the competition.

Until we saw a truck.

It was an ice cream truck. But not just any ice cream truck. It was a "Mr. Gelato's" mini super-parlor on WHEELS!

I like ice cream, and I love gelato, but nothing beats Mr. Gelato's creamy confections! My dad used to work in one of those trucks, and he would always bring a bucket of my favorite treat on his payday: Strawberry-Cherry Pudding Surprise... with sprinkles.

I'd like to tell you more, but I'm getting a little side-tracked, here.

I wanted to park near the side of the road so we could get something. But then we would be late for school.

But I could still hear that sweet, sweet jingle, and unlike others, I do NOT find it irritating at all.

I ask Dad if we can stop, but he says no.

I was afraid he would say that.

So I do something that was pretty kiddish. Even for me.

"Pleeease? Pretty pleeease?"

But he still says no.

"Oh, come on! Can we PLEASE get something?"

Then Dad says, "I'm sorry, son. Tomorrow's my payday. I'll get your favorite tomorrow, OK? You need to go to school, remember?"

"Yeah...right." I say sadly

I knew that I would be late for school if we stop, but I REALLY want to get Strawberry-Cherry Pudding with Sprinkles!

What do you think I did?

I whined. I whined and whined until I annoyed my dad.

"Son, I said no. You don't want to be late for school, do you? Now let's go."

"NO!"

I distracted my father to my dismay.

The car started to spin!

I was scared.

Really scared.

We crashed into the ice cream truck...

Both vehicles burst into flames!

I wish I could say sorry.

But it was too late.

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I wake up from unconsciousness. I look around and see a baby blue room with some planet stickers all around. I also see a metal tray filled with doctor's equipment. I move my head, and I see a computer with a printer right next to it. I also see a cup of coffee. That's not safe. I then realize that I'm in a hospital.

Oh boy.

I feel light-headed. I see Mama across the bed I'm lying down in. She looks really sad. And disappointed.

I open my mouth to speak, but no words come out! I don't know what to do. I start to panic. Then I start to cry.

I realize that my dad is gone.

And it's all my fault.

Mama came beside the bed and asked me how I was. Since I couldn't talk, I needed some other way to communicate.

AHA! I see a tray full of paper stacked on top of the printer. So I point to the stack for Mama to see. She grabs a piece with a confused look on her face and puts it on a blue tray that matches the room. I say "tray" a lot, don't I? Anyway, she puts the tray on my lap (fifth time I said tray... Oh, sixth time! Hee hee.) She looks at me with a half smile. "OK, Klonoa. What were you going to do?" I was going to write down my thoughts so I could talk to Mama. But then I remember that I need something to write with! So I look around the room and try to find a pen or pencil. Then I find a pencil near the printer. I should have looked there earlier. I point at the writing utensil for Mama to see. Starting to understand a little, though not entirely, she grabbed the wooden stick and gave it to me. "Are you going to draw something?" Mama said.

No, I wasn't going to draw. I was going to write. "Mama, I think the crash made me unable to speak. I'm really scared." I wrote in tears. I gave the paper to Mama. She read it and immediately hugged me with tears in her eyes also. Kind of like the way I sobbed when I got separated from Huepoe. By the way, are you wondering why the first chapter in this book was kind of a downer? Well, I was violently separated from my best friend, what do ya expect? I'm also feeling pretty bad as I'm writing this. You probably know why.

I was crying into my mama's arm, thinking about what I've done. Then I come to the sad conclusion that Dad was gone forever, all because I wanted some dumb ice cream. I didn't even think about the contest at...oh wait, I can't use my voice anymore. And to think I went through all that trouble... just to be heartbroken! I just want to scream right now!iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii Aw, man! I can't believe I made that mess... and I can't believe I made a huge mess of things, for my dad, for Mama, for me. I will never be able to forgive myself...

I can't go on

Feeling sorry for Klonoa now, ey? Well then, stop feeling sorry for him! Well, at least not because that his dad is gone, cause he's not! You don't have to understand right now, but I'm just letting ya know that Klonoa's dad was a Believer. Can you guess where he is now? Klonoa may think his dad is dead now, but he'll learn the truth soon enough.