A Glowing Banana Pop

"Once upon a time, a loooong time ago, the Moon was a dark gloomy place. Nothing but dry grey dust across the entire land. Its only light source is the Sun which reflected off its surface, hiding its dull nature from the different creatures on Earth, which somehow are ever drawn by its reflected beauty upon the surface.
But just then, on one bright full Moon, a beacon of light appeared on the surface of the grey desert. Unnoticed by anyone, encountered by none, it continued to shine for a very long time. Decades, centuries… no one knows for sure. It stood very very still as the creatures on Earth continued to live and change. After what may be a hundred years, it started to dim: its light slowly fading away into the darkness of space."
"From where that beacon shone, a tiny figure had emerged. A Moon fairy had just been born. There she laid, all curled up as snug as a bug by her lonesome. As she opened her eyes for the very first time, she could see that she was surrounded by round grey walls that formed a perfect circle all around her. Her body was covered in greyish powder from head to rear. On top of her meanwhile were these wonderful twinkling beads of glitter sprinkled on a dark ceiling, very different from the mysterious place where she was laying at that moment. After a bit, her lips started to quiver and her eyes were starting to sparkle."
"And then I started to cry."
"A quiet and feeble sound echoed across the vast grey land, touching the entire Moon. I cried and cried and cried. It was the first time ever that there was any sound..."
A tiny smile appeared on my face as I continued my story.
"I just love the sound of a baby's first cry... To me, it is the most beautiful sound ever! It gives the little angel the first ever chance to express his or her tiny but adventurous heart out there to the world, as to introduce themselves into this new land where they would spend their entire lives in. It's to signal that a new life has begun. A gift. A possible beginning for a person who will change the world for the better. I can't imagine anything more beautiful than that... Now, normally, the child's mommy or daddy will comfort their tiny child and embrace them with such a warm cuddle," I wrapped my arms around myself, showing everyone that I am hugging myself. "But well…" I said a bit sadly as I released my arms. "I don't have either."
"What happened to your parents Moona?" Joe asked.
"I don't think I ever had parents," I answered.
"But, who took care of you when you were a baby?" Polka-Dots asked.
"No one. I was all by myself. I mean, I am 'the' Moon fairy after all."
"No one?" a surprised Fred repeated. "Isn't that hard on you?"
"I didn't know what a 'mommy' or a 'daddy' is back then so I wouldn't say so. Not that I had much on my mind as a baby anyway, ehehe..." But without realizing it, my expression suddenly changed to a more serious one. "But thinking back, I do wish someone had heard my teeny tiny cries; I was a helpless baby. I couldn't even crawl."
"Well… when did you start to crawl Moona?" Blue asked.
"Or fly?" Joe followed.
"It took me ages to learn how to fly," I answered. "Even just crawling took me weeks to figure out. I eventually had to figure out all these things myself. But until then, all I did was sleep and look at the stars above, making tiny baby noises while doing so. I didn't have my wand yet so there wasn't really much I could do. You see, newborn babies when they are brought into this world need some time to get used to their new environment. I like to think of a baby as a kind of canvas to paint on. If their parents would be patient and show their wonderful child faith and trust, the canvas will slowly but surely get colored into a beautiful masterpiece. Now in this world, a baby's colors can be seen from 2 things: action and feelings. But for now, I want to focus on the first one. What he or she does are the strokes of the brush itself on the painting. It reflects how the canvas is painted and how others will feel when looking at it. This is why a baby's first movements are so important: to me, it is like choosing the actual brushes for the project."

"Now, if you look carefully at a baby, you will see that each and every one of them will move a bit differently from each other. A baby's first movements will give a little peek at his or her character. An energetic baby like Blue would be all frisky and fuzzy yet cute and charming at the same time. It shows that she will grow up into a bubbly and friendly little puppy who would make so many beautiful friends and live out a wonderful adventure with them!"

"Aw shucks..." Blue said sheepishly.

"As for me, well you get the idea already. I'm much more calm and relaxed than Blue is so my movements were softer and more gentle. I slowly learned how to move my hands and my little round head. For a while, I basically just moved my arms back and forth while facing the starry sky."

"But," I added. "That's not to say I didn't have any fun moments as a baby. By complete chance, I figured out how to move my entire body from one place to another. By rolling."

"Rollling?" a confused Sprinkles asked.
"Yes, hee-hee. It's silly but it's true. What I think is a few nights after I was born, I was still lying there, at the exact same spot. Nothing to do but continue my cute babbles, maybe wiggle my arms once in a while. And then suddenly, I accidentally tipped my body onto the left. I tried to balance myself upright again and before you know it, I was lying face down. I tried once again to turn upright and… I almost made it back but then my body would tip to its side again!" I facepalmed gleefully.
"I would try again and again and the same thing would happen. Before you knew it, I covered quite a distance on the Moon! Several feet maybe. Still, I couldn't leave the pit yet- it was too steep- but that didn't stop me! As I figured out how to move, I continued to roll around on the Moondust inside that pit. I rolled and I rolled until a whole bunch of it got stuck on my body. Soon, I looked just like a teeny tiny banana pop, hee-hee. I don't think anybody would even dare to eat me though if anyone else were there with me as I figured out the hard way that Moondust tasted yucky! I accidentally got some in my mouth just when I was born. It tasted like dried cardboard!"
"Haha," Joe laughed. "But rolling around on the Moon sounds like a lot of fun! I remember I used to sit and roll around in the snow near my house when I was little."
"It's pretty much the same thing, except that Moondust sticks to you much easier," I answered. "Where do you think I got all these sparkles on my body?"
"Wait…" Joe started. "You've been covered in that Moondust the whole time? Ever since when you were born?"
"Mm-hmm!"
"I guess Moon fairies don't shower much, haha!" Key joked to which I glared at him playfully. But then I started to giggle a little nervously. "Do you see what I mean that my story is strange? It gets even stranger as it goes on." I noticed I was blushing a bit. I covered my face with my 2 arms to hide my pink cheeks. "I've said too much... I got carried away..."
"Aww… but Moona, your story is so cute!" Roary said. "I wish I was there with you on the Moon."
"Me too!" Fred said. "You may not feel so lonely if we were with you."
With these words, I felt a bit better about myself. "It's not as bad as it seems," I answered. "On the other hand, it is quite nice to have an entire place all to myself. Think about the Moon like my own giant sandbox. A place where I can do whatever I want and to just be free! It's amazing how a baby can find joy in the smallest of things..." I paused for a moment. "As that little banana pop kept rolling and rolling in the sand, that was actually when the sound of laugher can be heard on the Moon for the very first time. I just love the feeling of being able to move freely and how the sparkles feel on my skin. It kinda tickles! *giggles* I guess most people nowadays, mostly grown-ups, are so worried about how other people will see them that they will sort of wear a 'mask' to hide their true selves. Like some sort of 'gray filter' over their painting. It makes me sad, since each person's heart is so beautiful and unique. Together, they could've made such a wonderful museum if they would just be more accepting... Sadly, so many pretty colors remain hidden to this day..."

I then turned to look at my friends. "I guess that I'm just nervous that you guys won't understand my picture. That seems to be mostly why some people wouldn't even bother to care.

"But we do care!" Blue replied. "For something as magical and special as a fairy that had just been born on of all places, a grey desert. It's just wonderful!"

"That's true! Even though I don't quite get your story, I still think it's beautiful!" Key said with a grin. "I just love stories with some kind of mystery behind it."

"Me too!" said Polka-Dots. "Can you please tell us more?"

"We still want to know how you learned to crawl," Fred added.

"And fly," Joe chimed in.

"We want to hear about when you built this playroom! And how you got your wonderful magic!" Blue followed while taking a bite off a slice of blueberry pancakes.

At that moment, I probably had the biggest smile on my face in my entire life. Blue really knows how to choose her friends. As for Blue herself, I was not disappointed at all. She really did turn out to be such a beautiful and kind little puppy. "I'd be happy to," I answered."

"YAYYY!" Roary screamed out loud.