It was early one morning in the cottage where Orko, Optimus Prime and baby Furaha lived. A bright, sunny morning to be precise. Furaha was snuggled close next to Orko and Optimus in their large, strong, soft bed, comfortably cuddled up near the softness of the giant pillow and dreaming the sweetest dreams.
Orko was the first to wake up. "Good morning, FUraha." he said with a smile under his shadowed face. At that moment, Optimus woke up and saw Furaha awakening and squeaking like a little baby rabbit. "Aaaaaawwww…I think she wants lots of cuddles today." sighed Orko. "Yes, I think so too," said Optimus, "Let's get up and brush our teeth first, then we could feed Furaha her first bottle of milk in the morning." "Can I feed her?" asked Orko eagerly. "Of course you can," smiled Optimus. Orko was excited. He loved his little sister.
After they've done what Optimus said, Orko filled a baby bottle filled with fresh, pure milk and let Furaha drink away, while he cradled her in his arms. "Aaaaawwww…baby wants her bottle." cooed Orko. Once she had finished, Orko put the bottle down on the table and thumped her on her back gently to bring up her wind. Furaha burped in a half loud, half quiet way, yawned and then snuggled against Orko's chest, feeling the softness of his velvety red cloak. Orko felt heartened by Furaha's cuteness and whispered, "Does baby want a little rockybyes?" Furaha did, and as she was a baby, she needed Orko to rock her to sleep, so he did. "You're like a real little father, Orko." sighed Optimus, watching him cradle Furaha in his lanky blue arms. "I know. It's like I am," said Orko gently as he rocked little Furaha gently in his arms. He then floated up to Optimus and landed safely on his chest, as he lay down and relaxed on the sofa. Orko curled up to sleep with Furaha in his arms, as if he were a tiger taking care of its young. Furaha felt like a tiger cub herself, snuggled against Orko's arms and feeling as furry and soft as the stripy wonders of nature.
Minutes later, Optimus was cradling Furaha and Orko in his arms, feeling all gentle and sweet like he was meant to be. In fact, every Autobot leader should be this way when he's around two young 'uns like a Trollan wizard and his baby sister lioness, because no matter how wild you get with organising your family, there's always a little leadership in your heart. Orko was sighing softly as Optimus softly stroked his cloak, and Furaha was snuggled next to her caretaker's chest, feeling how soft and warm it was.
Then, Optimus hugged the two friends close to his chest and fell backwards onto the sofa, laughing happily. Furaha and Orko laughed too, Furaha squeaking louder than a rabbit who had eaten too much candy, and Orko laughing hysterically. Then Optimus cuddled them again - oh, what bliss. Having such a cuddly day like this when you've got two roommates who are only little makes such a day like this melt your heart.
Optimus then picked up a rattle which was lying on the floor and gave it to Orko, who shook it in front of Furaha. Furaha squeaked again and was given the rattle so she could shake it too. Optimus chuckled at her antics and all her rabbit-like squeaking. Orko loved the sound of Furaha's rabbit like squeaking, because it felt like music to his long, blue, pointy ears.
In the afternoon, Optimus took Furaha and Orko outside for some fresh air. He sat on the grass with his two roommates in his arms and watched as the clouds rolled by, making wonderful shapes which Orko helped Furaha spot. Then Optimus fell over and rolled down the hill, with his two friends in his arms. "Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" they cried, joyful and content. Furaha on the other hand just squeaked hysterically. Once they reached the bottom of the hill, they laughed happily and hugged softly. It was such a lovely day. Later, Optimus went into the forest with Furaha and Orko in his arms. He helped them to recognise the different types of squirrels who lived in the largest trees, each leaf and what type they are and if there are any foxes living there. When they stopped off at the stream, Optimus watched as Orko dangled baby Furaha over the water. She splashed and laughed as she wiggled her legs like they were the legs of an inflatable tube man at a garage…if they do have legs. Then Orko pretended to be a fish, making his hand into one and making it swim along beside his little sister while singing: "Fishy fishy, you're so smart, you have such a kind little heart."
But then, Orko became concerned about something. He approached Optimus, who was relaxing by a tree, and told him: "Optimus, someone once recommended a library book to me about a Foundling child who is actually a test subject. You see, the Victorian village she lived in with her family was struck by a zombie apocalypse unleashed by soldiers, and as a result her foster mother had to send her to Test Lab 12-15 to let army people take care of her, and those 'Foundlings' that didn't do as they were told were killed and dissected. Instead of adoption, the kids are then fed to the zombies." Orko was shaking and shivering in fear, but Optimus understood. "There now, Orko. You needn't mention such content in front of your sister. This book is definitely not suitable for people your age - and her age, in fact - what you should stick to is gentler, simpler stories aimed for those who are still growing up."
"But we are in this kind of story," said Orko.
"You know what? I think you're right." smiled Optimus.