Helper's Gift: The Tale Of The Green-Golden Toy Train

A beloved fren, a simple hero with an innocent and curious soul that knows no bounds. Helper sat by the fire playing with a yo-yo, sitting besides his favorite shaggy pupper.

Papa Pep walked in with a green and golden toy train for his favorite good boi. Helper stood up, hands outstretched towards his father. His eyes lit up when seeing the train. "Upsies," said Helper. "Upsies please."

Pep picked up Helper and handed him the train. The good boi's eyes lit up with wonder and he swung the toy around in the air, making "cho cho" noises.

Mummy came in from the kitchen with a plate of chicken tendies fresh and hot from the oven. Name brand tendies, they were of top quality until the very last bite. After finishing said tendies and giving Mummy a hug, little Helper retreated to a soft couch cushion where he slept soundly with pupper.

While Helper slept, his teenage cousin Groyper came over, grabbing nearly everything with his foot. Mummy and Papa Pep overlooked these transgressions, suggesting "Groypers will be Groypers."

Groyper eyed the green-golden toy train in Helper's sleeping arms. With fingers interlocked beneath his chin, he devised the ultimate scheme: steal Helper's toy while he's asleep and play "cho cho" anytime he wants or, even better, he'd trade the train in an alley for more tendies than his heart could desire.

Groyper grabbed the train which woke up the dog who woke up the Helper frog who called for his mum. "Mum, mum, come quick. Come quick. Cousin Groyper is running off with my train."

When Mummy entered the den, Groyper had already run off with the train. Helper's eyes swelled with tears. He hugged Mummy and wept.

Later that day, poor little Helper stared out the window. He cried, longing for the green-golden toy train to return home to his loving arms. But sadly, that day never came.

Cousin Groyper sold the train in a back-alley for a bag of home-brewed chicken tendies. A whole pound of tendies that only made Groyper sick.

Groyper learned an important lesson: eat tendies responsibly and only buy them from a store or restaurant or kid's meal burger joint, not some shady back-alley.

Meanwhile, in the house for frens, Papa Pep hugged his sad good boi. He promised Helper that he will buy the little fella another toy train as soon as he gets his next paycheck.

Helper's tears stopped.

"Upsies, papa," said the good boi. "Upsies."

Pep picked up Helper and they embraced in a hug.

FIN.