KyotoAndBabyDylan

The Story of Kyoto and Baby Dylan

Autumn had come to the magical forest where Kyoto, the friendly anime cat, lived with his best friend Snagglepuss the beaver. The leaves fell in great golden drifts, the days were still warm, but the nights were frosty.
It was one such frosty night, when Kyoto was all curled in his lil' woodland bed, having a nice cat-nap, when he heard a cry. It was a long, sad cry and not like anything he had heard before in the forest.
'Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa' Went the cry 'Whaaaaaaa-whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa....'
Kyoto lay awake for some time after that, wondering if he had dreamt the strange cry, what it had meant if he had heard it and (although I'm sorry to say it) the lil' anime cat was more than a lil' scared.
The next day, when the crisp autumnal sun had risen over the magical forest, Kyoto sought out his best friend Snagglepuss, who he found building her new damn in the river. In a exited rush, Kyoto began to explain all he had heard the night before. To his surprise a look of relief crossed Snagglepuss's face
'I thought I'd imagined it' She said 'Or, or' And here she paused and hung her head 'Or the evil man had come back'
Kyoto smiled his catty smile.
'Don't worry about it, tonight we will listen for it again and if we do hear anything then we will go looking for it. And if not, then, well, we can forget all about it.'
And so they continued with the days fun, Snagglepuss worked hard on her damn, while Kyoto played with the jaffas - they had been enticed from Goddess land by the pretty jaffa-orange of the trees.
Before they knew it, night arrived, the moon rose above the trees and the frost settled below it. Kyoto was asleep in his lil' woodland bed and Snagglepuss was alseep in her cosy lil' damn when the cry began again.
'Whaaaaaaaaaaaaa-aaaaaaaaaaaa' It echoed over the still forest 'Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-whaaaaaa-aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa'
Both Kyoto and Snagglepus awoke with a shock and cowered in their beds, both knew they had agreed to investigate the strange cry, but it sounded so eery and the night was so cold and dark that neither dared stir from their beds.
The next day, Kyoto and Snagglepuss met, shame-faced but more determined than ever. They made plans for both to spend the night in Snagglepuss's damn, to give each other the corage to investigate the strange noise if it came again.
So that evening, both were snuggled up warm in their sleeping bags, armed with a torch and pointy stick, waiting. Sure enough after a while the strange noise started up once more.
'Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa'
Shivering in the cold (not with fear, of course) the brave beaver and cat set off along the dark forest paths, trying to find the source of the sad, wailing cry. After a time they came to a clearing. In one corner of the clearing was a laurel bush, the leaves still green despite the lateness of the year. And it was from this bush the noise seemed to come.
'Maybe its a haunted bush' Snagglepuss stuttered 'Maybeit wants to be left alone'
But Kyoto took hold of his corage, and Snagglepuss's hand, and strode forward. With a shaking paw, he lifted the branches of the bush and saw what lay on the ground underneath.
Their, protected from the biting frost by a woven basket and a woolen blanket, blonde curls in a tangle, face screwed up as it cryed with all its strength was - a baby.

PART ONE - By Jenny Kitchen