At some point, you notice a present nestled somewhere in your house that you've never seen before. Maybe it's tucked under the Christmas tree, maybe it's sitting on a window sill or hidden in the back of your closet. It's decorated very festively, with a cursive script letting you know that the present's owner is none other than yourself but there's no sender listed on the tag. Who in the world could have put it there?

Opening the present reveals an item that you've sorely wanted for some time now but haven't been able to afford or haven't allowed yourself the pleasure of buying. The trouble is that you've never told a soul about wanting it.

Who could have known? And how did it get there?

Dani was hanging clothing up in the back of her closet. Ugh. Her least favorite chores- putting away laundry and cleaning her room. She’d much rather be riding in the motorcycle sidecar any day. Zooming down the street at thirty miles per hour or more. The wind streaming past her face. It was enough make her wish she had her own motorcycle, or at least motorbike. Okay, kiddie motorbike. But don’t tell Mom or Dad. They would flip. Flip out. They were so overprotective, especially now that Dria had had her accident. Dani frowned. She supposed she could understand. Dria did everything she could to prevent an accident when that truck pulled out in front of her, and still she hit a bush. That was almost 2 months ago, at Halloween, and Dria had just gotten her heavy brace off. Dria still said her leg hurt like the Nega, well she did when only the team was around. Dani grinned. As Sailors, they had their own way of talking.
There was still a heap of clothes in her closet. Dani didn’t understand how she could have these many clothes. Something clinked under the place. Something, metal. Dani froze. What was under these clothes? Carefully, she began to move them aside. Shiny tan with black spotted metal started peeking out. What the? Slowly, handlebars appeared. No, it couldn’t be, could it? A key and ignition… No… Gas tank? Wheels and Tires? Pedals? It was a … a … Kiddie Motorbike! No way! A Cheetah one at that. Who … how? Drew and Dria may have known the Cheetah part, but, who would know the kiddie motorbike? She hadn’t said anything, especially since Dria had her accident. Mom and Dad wouldn’t, and no… one… else had the money that she could think of. The NOTE! WHERE WAS THE NOTE?!?! There had to be a note! There it was with a candy cane on it, attached the left handlebar. In cursive handwriting (she could barely read it) it read, “Merry Christmas, Dani Bones! AND FOR CAULDRON’S SAKE, BE CAREFUL!”
Well, she could understand that. Being careful and all. Her sister Dria had just been in accident and all, like she had said. But “For Cauldron’s Sake” – That meant that it was someone from the Sailor side of things and knew her alter-ego. There weren’t many and none had the ability for this, none that she knew of that is. Sadly, that could mean only one thing. This was a problem. She loved it so. But she would have to talk to Drew and Dria about it. It would probably have to go. She sighed. It looked awesome and like it would be amazing to ride. She looked at it sadly one last time and began to haul it out, slowly, quietly. If her parents found out, she’d be dead; there’d be no way to explain this; a kiddie motorbike in her closet. Especially, when Dria was still healing from her accident. Inhale, Exhale.