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Yonep has a minion!

Jasper the Infurrno

Yonep
Legacy Name: Yonep

The

Reborn Malticorn
Owner:

STENCIL

Age: 14 years, 9 months, 3 days

Born: August 1st, 2009

Adopted: 14 years, 9 months, 3 days ago (Legacy)

Adopted: August 1st, 2009 (Legacy)

Statistics

Level: 40
Strength: 81
Defense: 49
Speed: 2
Health: 18
HP: 10/18
Intelligence: 86
Books Read: 84
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Croissant Colonel

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My story...

[b][i]Ouch! Hot, hot HOT![/i][/b]

Mom came galloping to my rescue and caught the scorching hot pan of cookies that I had thrown into the air. "You may be made of fire, but that doesn't mean a hot pan won't hurt you!" She said as she placed the cookie pan onto the cooling rack.

"Sorry, Mom! I guess I just got excited... I promise I'll remember my oven mitts next time!" This was my very first time baking without the help of my mother. Well, I suppose it didn't turn out quite like I had planned, since she had to rescue my flying cookies. My name's Yonep and I'm a professional baker in the making! I've been baking with my mom since before I can even remember. It's all that I know, and it's the one and only thing that can cheer me up! The smell of something so warm, mouth-watering, and sweet -- fresh out of the oven. Just knowing that I can create such comforting, tasty goods really makes me smile. A lot of people have their doubts about me though. You see, I'm a malticorn. I don't have hands -- I have hooves. I don't get a lot of encouragement from people, other than my mom, to fulfill my dream. On a daily basis, I hear people talking like, "How can she bake? She's so clumsy with those hooves!" "Is that sanitary? She [i]walks[/i] on those hooves..." and, "She can't be serious! You need a thumb to hold a spoon!" It really bothers me. It makes me feel like I'm a cripple -- although I guess in my own ways, I kind of [i]am[/i]...

"Mom? How did you deal with people who told you that you can't bake?"

"Easy, Yonep! I proved them wrong. I ignored those who pulled me from my dream, and I worked really hard to perfect my hooves with baking."

"And you sure [b]do[/b] make good treats!" Mom smiled at me and continued mixing the batter for the next batch of cookies.

"You know what, Yonep? You're very special, and you have your own uniqueness. You may have hooves, but you are also made of fire. That's something that not very many others have. Since you can control fire, you can bake the [b]perfect[/b] edible delight, while so many others will burn their delicacy." She put the next batch of cookies in the oven as I set the fire beneath them.

"You're right! I suppose I should be thankful for that." Mom smiled and I rested my head on her shoulder as she put her arm around me.

A few months later, my mom got very sick. She was in the hospital for weeks, but the doctors couldn't figure out what was wrong with her. I still remember that terrible day as I was snuggled in my dad's arms. The nurse came out with a look of concern, and my dad and I had assumed the worst -- we were right. The nurse looked us in the eyes.

"She's passing. If you want to go see her, now would be the time before it's too late." I leaped out of my dad's arms in horror and ran as fast as I could to my mom's room, with my dad not too far behind.

"[b]Mom![/b]" I rushed and slid to her side, with my eyes leaking waterfalls, and rested my head on her chest. She lifted her weak, tired hoof and put it on my forehead. She stroked my hair and told me she loved me. "I love you too, Mom..."

"Yonep, do me a favor, Sweetie... Never stop baking. Live out your dreams..."

Those were the last words she said to me, and I'm not letting her down. It's been two years since I heard those words and I'm in high school now. I still hear people telling me that I can't follow my dreams and that I'll never make it as a baker. I turn the other cheek to these people, because I know that they're wrong. I know that I'll be just like Mom and I'll prove everyone wrong. I'll open up my own bakery with my dad's help. I also always keep Jasper very close to me at all times. My mom made me a plushie Reborn Malticorn that I could snuggle with every night, and remind myself that I'm not alone. Jasper never leaves my side, and I'll keep him with me even at my future bakery. I know it's hard to use tools with my hooves, so I recently adopted some mice to help me out in the kitchen and to continue helping me when I open my own bakery! They're a great help. They use all the tools and I mix the ingredients, put them into the pans and then in the oven where I set the fire. I tell you, it feels like home. I just wish my mom was here to share my success with me... That's why when I own my dream bakery, I'm going to call it, [b]"Angel's Bakery"[/b] because I know that my mother is giving me that same warm smile from Heaven that she always had on her face... [i]I miss her...[/i] But I won't let her down! :heart: