Chapter 1

Frikathorns flew among the breeze in the woods of Dreamland, the flowers were blooming in the sounds of spring, as birds were tweeting a song to celebrate the happiness of spring time.

"Spring is a happy time," they sang. "A happy happy time, spring is blooming, blooming. Spring is the most wonderful time of the year."

Young Hopper tried to flap his wings as his mother watched from a tree branch. His bird feet finally made it off the ground, but he flopped down belly first. But he wasn't determined to give up yet, he got back on his feet and flapped his wings even faster than a humming bird's. He went into the air but plummeted once again, Hopper felt like he wanted to give up, but as he felt his mother's bunny ears pressing against his fur, he smiled a little.

"It's ok Hopper," she said. "Not every baby frikathorn gets to be high up in the air on his or her first try, I'm sure you'll get it."

Hopper hugged his mom, whispering, "Thanks mom."

Suddenly, the sounds of Dyna Blade appeared out of nowhere as other frikathorns flew by warning the others yelling, "Danger! Danger!"

Hopper quickly hopped into his mom pouch and off they flew, the baby tried to tuck himself tightly into the pouch.

The giant rare bird swooped down, making a huge wind which made Hopper's mother go out of control and made her fledging fall out of her pouch.

The baby bumped into a tree and broke his wing, he then plummeted down down to the ground and crashed. He felt scared being all alone in the middle of the woods. "Mother?" Hopper called quietly. No answer. "Mother?" Still no answer. Hopper started to cry as his tummy grumbled, he felt a little hungry. But he saw three backpacks laid on top of a hill and he could smell food coming from them. Curious, he hopped over to the three strange items he'd never seen before, he climbed on to the blue one and saw food in it, Hopper's mouth was watering as he tried to get in without breaking his wing even more. But he fell in head first into the bag, but his head wasn't broken, just his wing.

He grabbed a piece of cheese and took a nibble of it not noticing three children walking towards the three bags. They all grabbed their bags and open them, not noticing the rustle that came from Kirby's bag.

The pink child gasped as he saw Hopper taking a bite out of his food. How did he get in here? he asked himself.

The baby frikathorn hiccupped as he saw Tiff and Tuff walking over to Kirby.

"Kirby how did he get in here?" he asked.

In a quick flash, Tiff knew what the young critter was. "By the looks of it he must be a frikathorn." she said.

The boys tilted their heads.

Tiff explained information of the frikathorn, and they all realized that he was a baby.

"Poyo." replied Kirby.

"But he's only a baby, he must've lost his mother, and broke his wing." Tiff replied.

"Where is his mom?" Tuff asked.

Tiff had no idea as she took the baby critter out of the backpack, Hopper hopped out of her hands and went next to Kirby.

He rubbed his head against his skin as he purred, thinking Kirby is his mom.

The young girl giggled as Hopper hugged Kirby. "I think he likes you, Kirby," Tiff replied. "Maybe you should take care of him."

"Let's just hope that frikathorn is not a brat like that Galbo was." Tuff said.

They all walked back home as they got their stuff together, and Kirby smiled at Hopper, happy that he had made a new friend.