Hello, Cherry here! So Karlof didn't want his story to sound weird because he can't speak English probably so he sent me a paper on his own language, I translated it by the power of fanfiction and I'll be reading it for you! (also I got this idea from this drawing I found online credits goes to the artists)
So when I was four, my moms... Yes, I have two moms that adopted me when I was a baby! Anyways when I turned four they got me a small airplane that they made themselves! One of my moms was an artist and my other mom was an engineer. So they got me a very cool airplane that I always played with. I ran around our house and made weird noises to make it sound like it was a real one. Honestly, it looked like a real one and I loved it! Then... I accidentally broke it when I was six. My moms tried to calm me down but I couldn't stop crying over that I had broken my favorite toy. But really the only thing that had broken was the right wing that had broken. My moms told me they could fix it but I was afraid that they would break it even more so they had to promise that if they weren't able to fix it. They'd had to buy just as much candy as I wanted. So after a few days, my moms had fixed and I could start playing with it again!
Okay, I hope you liked it and it's only two stories left! BYE!
