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Poohkie
Legacy Name: Poohkie

The Glade Popoko
Owner: Whiteraven27

Age: 17 years, 1 month, 2 days

Born: April 4th, 2007

Adopted: 17 years, 1 month, 2 days ago (Legacy)

Adopted: April 4th, 2007 (Legacy)

Nominate Pet for Spotlight

Statistics

• Level: 22
   
• Strength: 38
   
• Defense: 22
   
• Speed: 22
   
• Health: 18
   
• HP: 17/18
   
• Intelligence: 0
   
• Books Read: 0
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Unemployed

"Comforter of the Glade"- It wasn't always the title Poohkie had hoped for... he had big dreams of being "somebody" someday. Of course, he hadn't always lived in the Glade either, back when he lived in the Galactic wastelands he had a well laid path to becoming a great warrior...except his commanding officer failed to give him all the details of his first mission. He must have had a grudge against Poohkie- perhaps he was insecure, or even jealous. Whatever the reason, he did not tell Poohkie that no matter what, you NEVER drink the water of the Glade!At first Poohkie was bitter and angry when he realized all of his sparkling gems and beautiful blue was gone... replaced by flowers and fluff- what the heck do you do with flowers and fluff? Other than attract those annoying butterflies and smell pretty, anyhow. Then one day while he was moping around, a wizened old Antlephore handed him a meeples, gave him a stern look, and pried the butterfly off his own nose long enough to tell him if he wanted to be somebody he should do more with the meeples than blow his nose. Naturally he did no such thing, he was a mighty warrior- what was he supposed to do with a box of meeples?!?! He promptly blew his nose and tossed the meeples into his treasure chest in case he needed them the next time he felt like moping. He soon realized though, that this was no ordinary meeples... for one, it would NOT be quiet! Every time they wandered near anyone,the meeples got excited and chattered, then the meeples had an opinion on the disposition of whomever they approached! They were happy, they were sad, they were angry, and on and on... Poohkie considered tossing the noisy meeples out on its' ear but something inside of him prevented it... no matter how tempting it got. One day Poohkie saw that they were coming to a very sad looking donodak and Poohkie couldn't resist asking the meeples "Ok Sherlock, what's your take on this one?" Suddenly the meeples had a name and soon was moved from treasure chest to prized Minion and eventually became the right hand of the "comforter of the glade". Quite a team they became, mostly younger residents of the glade found need of their services so Poohkie saw fit to be sure he had items on hand most likely to help him be the best he could be... rocking horses, blankets, pacifiers, toys... but for the occasional grownup he was prepared too- with money, and flowers, and other sparkly things. Yes, he may not have dreamed of being in such a role, but he did it flawlessly and is now known far and wide throughout the land. The moral of this story is that you can always rise to meet your circumstances...

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