Tales of Fosters

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Coco's Day

The people on the train had never seen such a peculiar sight. A bird... shaped... creature was sitting on one of the seats, eyes all but peeled to the window watching the scenery whiz past. She had green palm leaves for hair, her face was a palm tree bark and her beak was wobbly and red like an inflatable safety raft you find on airplantes. Speaking of airplanes that's what her body was like, yet her legs were an orange color with humanesque feet.

Coco had been on the train many times since arriving at Fosters, and she enjoyed it when she went alone. She could take in the sights of the city, a place she had once knew next to nothing about. It had been almost fifteen years since she had been brought to Fosters now, such a long time! That was five thousand, four hundred and seventy five days! She dare not try to think how many hours made that.

So instead she laid an egg, pulled out a calculator and did the maths. The number made her dizzy, so she left the calculator showing the nine didgit number besides her.

She watched families come and go from the train, in particular when a curly haired little brunette was brought onto the train by who what looked like her mother and father. Coco watched with great interest as they sat, and the little girl began talking excitedly about their destination. She was so happy, Coco could see it, and it made her feel happy too.

Her parents began talking amongst themselves as the little girl finally spotted Coco, and laughed at her odd design. Coco grinned at her.

"Did you bring the sunscreen lotion?" asked her father.

The mother paused, then looked in her bags. She shook her head, "I must have forgotten it." she mumbled quietly.

"Oh man, and they charge so much down by the--" the man stopped, because the strange Imaginary had suddenly walked over to them. "...can I help you?" he asked cautiously.

"Coco!" Coco declared, and laid an egg which cracked open to reveal 40+ Sun Screen Lotion. The exact kind that they had forgotten at home.

"Oh wow!" the little girl said in awe and grabbed the lotion. "Thank you!"

"Uh, yes! Thank you." her father said, surprised by how helpful the creature was.

Coco simply smiled, before realizing it was her stop. Giving a wave with a wing she hurried off the train once it stopped. She moved with the crowd, all of them eagre to get to their destination. Whilst some veered off to the stores, others went up along the jetty, but Coco had her destination in mind.

She sighed as her feet met warm sand, and stopped and let her eyes stop for just a moment to enjoy the moment. Coco loved the beach so much. But she had a mission today.

After her short pause she hurried along the stretch of sand, kicking up sand as she went, reaching the far end of it before it broke off into rocks. It was a pretty spot, with small pools of water where crabs and other sea life had taken up home. Coco even spotted a star fish resting in the water.

She turned around in her spot three times before sitting, then laid her egg. "Coco!" she lept up onto her feet as the white colored egg cracked open. Inside it was a photoframe. She bent over, picked up the photoframe and set it on the sand, before moving and sitting in front of the frame.

The photo was of a little girl. Skin tanned almost black, with matching brown eyes. Her hair was fair, clashing horribly yet at the same time she was fairly pretty. She was smiling widely, eyes full of happiness. And familiar, in their inability to stare at the same spot as each other.

Coco looked at the picture, her creator, before turning so she was sat besides the frame as if it were her creator. If she shut her eyes, and felt the wind on her face and in her leaves, the feel of the sand inbetween her toes and the smell itself of the ocean... Coco would swear she was back on the island where she was created.

Fifteen times Coco had been to the beach by herself. Each time taking a day to remember the little girl who brought her life.

And Coco would never forget.

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