Fraggle Rock Short Stories

The Loss of a Beloved Pet

** This chapter discusses serious matters **

Lanford was terribly ill. His leaves were beginning to wilt and were turning a muddy shade of brown. He was growing tired and sluggish, as the flowers on his head were starting to wilt as well. Mokey Fraggle noticed these changes, which worried her, but she wasn't sure exactly how she could help her pet. She knew that Lanford was very old. She tried everything she could think of. She gave Lanford water. That didn't help very much. She took him out to the Gorg's Garden to give him some sun. Despite having water, the sunshine dried his leaves even further. Mokey changed Lanford's soil, but to no avail. She tried to feed him, but he would not eat. Soon, Lanford's leaves started to fall off, one by one. Mokey knew that Lanford was dying. There wasn't any other way for Lanford's roots to be so weak, or for him to look quite so frail. Mokey Fraggle had never seen such a sad looking plant in her life. It broke her heart. Mokey cried into Lanford's fallen leaves for many hours, trying desperately to get him back to health. She wanted to help him feel better, but what could she do? Mokey could only hug him tightly as more leaves fell off of his stem. Eventually, Mokey felt like there wasn't anything else to do for Lanford anymore. She sat beside Lanford, her eyes red and puffy from hours of crying. She cradled her dying plant, feeling the weight of despair settle heavy in her chest. Lanford had become a mere shadow of his former self, his vibrant hues now replaced by a sickly pallor. His once luscious leaves were now brittle and lifeless, littering the ground around them like fragments of a broken dream. She had tried everything, exhausting every idea that crossed her mind, but it was all in vain. Mokey had become a wellspring of desperation, willing to do whatever it took to save Lanford, her faithful companion. But now, as she gazed into his feeble form, it was evident that her efforts had been futile. The fragrant air of Fraggle Rock was tinged with a somber sadness, as if even nature mourned alongside Mokey. The normally vibrant moss walls seemed to sag, the joyous chatter of her fellow Fraggles reduced to a murmur. The beauty of the underground cavern felt dull and muted, mirroring the bleakness that had settled over Mokey's heart. Lanford's once majestic flowers, which had always danced joyfully atop his head, now drooped sorrowfully. Each petal, once bursting with life, had lost its vibrancy, and now resembled the wilted remnants of a forgotten love.  Mokey's mind raced, searching desperately for a glimmer of hope, for any semblance of a solution that would bring Lanford back to life. She couldn't bear to lose him, not after all the memories they had shared, the secrets they had whispered into the night. Lanford had been more than just a pet to Mokey ; he had been her confidant, her solace, and her constant companion. Mokey had cradled Lanford in her arms, her heart heavy with sorrow. With a heavy heart, Mokey knew the time had come to bid her beloved companion farewell. She cradled Lanford in her arms, his frail form resting against her chest. The weight of despair settled deep within her, threatening to consume her entire being. As Mokey held Lanford close, she could feel his feeble breaths becoming shallow and labored. Each inhale seemed to be a struggle. Lanford's body was tired, ready to surrender to the inevitable. But as Lanford's breaths grew fainter, Mokey knew that her efforts had been in vain. Lanford's life had come to an end, leaving Mokey with a void that seemed impossible to fill. With tears streaming down her face, she whispered her final words of love and gratitude to her loyal companion, knowing that his spirit would forever be a part of her, his memory carried on through the love they had shared. And as Mokey slowly rose to her feet, her eyes still brimming with tears, a flicker of determination sparked within her. She would honor Lanford's memory by continuing to cherish and nurture the beauty of Fraggle Rock, ensuring that his legacy lived on in the vibrant moss walls and the joyous laughter of her fellow Fraggles. With a heavy but resolute heart, Mokey took a deep breath and prepared herself for the journey ahead. Lanford may no longer be physically present, but his spirit would forever guide her as she navigated the complexities of life. With one last glance at Lanford's frail form, Mokey turned and walked away, a bittersweet mix of memories and hope in her heart.