Submission (#3917) Approved

Mango walked around the gardens, letting the cold fog wash over him. Not that many terrahs were out, only a few with their pets. Mangos owner had let him go on a walk by himself saying he would be fine out there. Now here he was, near their childhood home for the first time in a long while. Their claws lightly scratched the ground as he walked, making a faint clinking sound. And suddenly, there it was- the park that he had been waiting for and regretting doing so at the same time. Suddenly, he was pulled into a memory that was years ago….

“Mango, stop!” Mangos brother cried teasingly. Mango had his brother lion-king style, his claws resting on his brothers on the top of the slide. He grinned widely. “LONG LIVE THE KING!!” His brother squealed with delight as he wooshed fast down the slide. Triumphantly, Mango went to join him, and head butted him when they met with a grin. “Boys make sure to not play so rough!” There mother said worriedly, eyes sweeping around the playground. Mango stiffened, then looked around with interest. He had not understood yet what made his Mother so nervous all the time, but at this time he did not take it that much into account. Mangos brother let out a little sigh and started trotting around, clearly bored. Suddenly an idea came to him. He dragged his brother with him to the flower field. It was filled with lilies of the valley, tulips, roses and more. He told his brother his plan and they both nodded and got to work. Mango picked the tulips first, carefully grasping them by the stem with his beak and picking it up lightly. His brother on the other hand, was tugging hard at a rose bush, his eyes squeezed shut. Mango ran over to his brother hurriedly and helped him before he poked his eye out. They successfully pulled the rose out with a tug and the two fell back into the dirt. The boys spent the rest of the hour picking flowers, and tying a thin stick of grass around their makeshift bouquet . They rushed to their mother with excitement when they were finished, and she looked up at them with surprise. “It's for you momma!” Mango's brother said through the bouquet, his voice muffled. Mango's mom took it out of his beak gently, examining it with watery eyes and a soft grin. “Oh thank you boys!” She pulled the two into a big embrace, her mood greatly lifted.

Mango would never forget the day , or the look of glee on his mothers face. He smiled at the thought, and continued the walk through the park.