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Hatchet Face Holmes
Legacy Name: Hatchet Face Holmes

The

Steamwork Fester
Owner:

TracyH

Age: 13 years, 1 month, 3 weeks

Born: February 25th, 2011

Adopted: 10 years, 3 months, 1 week ago

Adopted: January 16th, 2014

Statistics

Level: 139
Strength: 177
Defense: 19
Speed: 13
Health: 13
HP: 13/13
Intelligence: 301
Books Read: 290
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Operative for the Light

Hatchet Face's story by me: TracyH

Why did Mama name me Hatchet Face? Well, one day she decided to create me. I was born a common Fester before this last revamp. Her father was at her house out there (Not here in Subeta).

Anyway she asked her father to name me. He said, "Hatchet Face". I understand she wanted her father to name me, but such a name.

As you can see I am not an unpleasant Fester to look at. Yet, I was teased at school horribly.I used to come home and cry, but I did not tell Mama.It seemed like all these other pets have such clever names; adjectives, verbs, adverbs, so interesting.

I heard other Subeta pets whisper things like this...

"Hatchet Face, I wonder if it is because she was hit in the face with a hatchet or because her face is really a hatchet...I mean look at that beak"

Of course then they laughed and I had to pretend I did not hear them. I did not want a confrontation. I knew that would cause our parents to be notified.

One day while my Facebook page a bunch of mean pets flamed me with insults. I could not take anymore and I deleted my account. Mama noticed my acct. was gone and she asked me about it. I could not hold back anymore and I spilled my guts. Through tears and sobs I told Mama. She hugged me. All my siblings and also my account mates comforted me. There are fourteen of us so I know I will always have 13 friends and Mama.

Mama told me about an old Dolly Parton song, not about a name, but about a coat.

Back through the yearsI go wonderin once againBack to the seasons of my youthI recall a box of rags that someone gave usAnd how my momma put the rags to useThere were rags of many colors
Every piece was smallAnd I didn't have a coatAnd it was way down in the fallMomma sewed the rags together
Sewin every piece with loveShe made my coat of many colorsThat I was so proud ofAs she sewed, she told a storyFrom the bible, she had read
About a coat of many colorsJoseph wore and then she saidPerhaps this coat will bring you
Good luck and happinessAnd I just couldn't wait to wear itAnd momma blessed it with a kiss
My coat of many colorsThat my momma made for meMade only from ragsBut I wore it so proudly
Although we had no moneyI was rich as I could beIn my coat of many colorsMy momma made for me
So with patches on my britchesHoles in both my shoesIn my coat of many colorsI hurried off to school
Just to find the others laughingAnd making fun of meIn my coat of many colorsMy momma made for me
And oh I couldn't understand itFor I felt I was richAnd I told them of the loveMy momma sewed in every stitch
And I told em all the storyMomma told me while she sewedAnd how my coat of many colorsWas worth more than all their clothes
But they didn't understand itAnd I tried to make them seeThat one is only poorOnly if they choose to be
Now I know we had no moneyBut I was rich as I could beIn my coat of many colorsMy momma made for meMade just for me Lyrics from here

Mama offered to buy a cash shop credit card and change my name, but all of a sudden; I felt pride in who I am. I am a girl who's 80 something year old grandfather named me. I opened up a new Facebook page and I got involved in anti-bullying things. My confidence grew so much so the guidance counselor at my school asked me to mentor other bullied kids. I did that until I was through with school and working. I still am involved in anti-bullying causes. Kids if you are being bullied tell someone who is an authority figure, By all means tell your parents.

Well, I am off to do something fun with my friends. People who accept me for who I am.Bye for now.