Chapter 2

"There, that should do it." Tiff replied after the bandage was wrapped up on Hopper's left wing.

Hopper tilted his head as he sniffed it.

"He shouldn't fly for a few weeks." the young girl said as she gave the baby frikathorn to Kirby. "He has grown very attached to you, maybe you should take care of him Kirby!"

Hopper cuddled the young pink child as he purred.

The way how Hopper cuddled Kirby reminded him of how Galbo did the same thing to him.

"Poyo poyo!" he replied. He padded back home as Hopper jumped out of his stubby arms.

Hopper then bounced all the way down to Cappy Town, very curious what was down there, but the huge cappies scared him and he dug underground.

Kirby managed to arrive but couldn't find the baby anywhere in sight, but as he heard the sounds of him screaming from the restaraunt his quickly ran in and saw him being attacked by Chef Kawasaki.

"Get back here!" he yelled.

Hopper hopped from table to table and from dish to dish, but he caught himself trapped. However in the end, he was saved by Kirby.

The young child's face grew red with anger as tried to tell the chef not hurt the young critter. But it ended up into an arguement.

During the fight, Hopper snuck away during the arrogant conversation that Kawasaki and Kirby were having and ended up in the library, the baby hopped from bookshelf to bookshelf, he was curious about the books all lined up together and pulled out a bright blue one. He managed to sneak out without the others looking. Hopper opened it and saw picture of his own kind all flying, he hugged the page as tears dwelled up in his yellow eyes. He tore off the paper and hopped back to the restaraunt, seeing that the arguement had ended, but the young pink caretaker was nowhere to be found.

Hopper hopped out of the building as he heard Kirby calling him back. He grinned as he quickly hopped back to him and landed safely in his arms.

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They both went back to Kirby's house as the sun settled down into the ocean. Hopper hopped on to Kirby's bed, which woke up Tokkori.

"Hey watch it kid," he gruffed. "Can't a bird like me get some rest without being rudely popped into the air?!"

Hopper's ears shaked with apology. "Oh my I-I'm sorry, I didn't know someone was sleeping in here." he sighed.

The yellow bird then observed the frikathorn. "I've never seen you before, who are you, or should I say what are you?"

Hopper then stood up as he puffed out his chest. "You may call me Hopper Mister." he replied. "I'm a frikathorn, we only come here every spring and summer."

Tokkori rolled his eyes. "Well looks like you got some fire in your belly! Well something tells me that junior here is gonna let you sleep here instead of me so I'm gonna sleep outside in my tree." He then glared at Hopper, eyes flashing. "You're lucky that it's warm every spring and summer night. Otherwise, I would've kicked you out of the house, and don't go boo hooing to me if junior starts to hate you all of a sudden."

The baby critter tilted his head. "Well...okay, who's this "Junior"?" he asked.

The tiny yellow bird flapped his wings in anger. "Oh for the love of all things holy, junior is Kirby idiot, now if you'll excuse me I'm going outside! Good and bye!" Tokkori then flew out of the window as Kirby climbed on to the bed.

He cuddled himself up tight as Hopper scooted closer to Kirby, freezing cold. He then felt warm as he closed his eyes, the warmth of the pink child's skin reminded him of his mother's warm fur, he hoped his mother was looking for him, and best of all the baby critter hoped that his mom was okay.