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Here's how it'll work. I'll start off with a cheesy little beginning, such as "Once there was a wee little glider, that srayed too far from home."
Then, another person adds, "He wandered for many days and many nights, until one day he stumbled upon a . . . ." Blah blah blah. I can't think of anything decent to start with, so I'll leave that to you, Kipluck!

P.S. Random is good! XD

Zaboo was still new at gliding and hadn't quite expected the strength of the wild wind under his gliding membrane. And more than that, for the first time ever, he was alone.

Or at least, he thought he was... until he smelled something... someONE... that was NOT a glider...

The "MONSTER" slowly stalked poor little Zaboo, whom was unaware of his follower. Little Zaboo walked straight out into the highway, (or as me and my sister's call it, the thunder path,) with the monster still following. Zaboo was across, when he heard a terrible scream fill the silent night air. He whirled around quickly, to find the "MONSTER" wounded on the thunder path. It was bleeding, for it had gotten run over by a "two-leg's carrier" (yes, me and my sisters have weird vocabulary, two-legs are humans, and the carrier is the car) It screamed again, and started to limp towards the terrified Zaboo out of hunger, ignoring the pain jolting up it's injured leg. Zaboo fled, he let instinct carry him, until out of breath, he realized that he had travled even farther from home, in the wrong direction than he had intended! Poor little Zaboo was lost, hungry, scared, and tired. He didn't dare sleep, incase one of those "MONSTERS" crept up on him again. He crawled up a tree, much like his, but there was no warm nest to sleep in, no shelter, just branches and leaves, of which tugged at his fur coat, scaring him. He cried himself to sleep, wishing nothing more than to be with his mother, in his nice comfy nest...

man, that was a lot of writing!

It was first light (morning), and little Zaboo slowly crept out of his makeshift shelter. "Mommy!" he cried. "Mooommyyy!!" Little Zaboo stared out of his shelter in the leaves. When he peered down, his heart skipped a beat. Below him, was the MONSTER. During the night, it had attempted to climb up the tree, and had died trying. "mommy!!" squeaked Zaboo, and he fell off the branch, and landed on the MONSTER's body. Bugs and other various crawlers squirmed out. "MOOMMMYYY!" cried Zaboo. "hey, get ooffff of Meeee!" shouted a muffled voice below him. Zaboo quickly crawled off the dead MONSTER, and looked up at a badger. The badger had been eating worms and bugs inside the MONSTER. A badger had lived under Zaboo's tree in his old home...

The young glider didn't have the strength to continue, and it wasn't long before he landed on a nearby tree.
"Some nice moves back there." Said a voice with a heavy accent. Terrified, Zaboo whirled around, to find himself face to face with a chipmunk. The little rodent smirked.
"Scared o' me, eh? I won't hurt ya, little blighter. In fact, I should pay you some gurt due respect. Not many get away from Grogen when 'es angreh."
"G-g-g-ro-ro-gen? You mean the Badger?" Zaboo stuttered.
"Aye. Goodness, where are meh manners! Me be Finnian P. Bushtail, yet Finn works just fine.
The glider chanced a grin. "Finn's a funny name for a creature like you. Um, er, mind me asking what . . . you are?" The chipmunk chuckled.
"I came over from 'eh North with meh Master. It didn't take long to sneak away from that drunk ol' dumb-bum! Where I'm from, Chipmunks thrive. And your where abouts?"
"I was seperated from my mother . ." Zaboo gazed into space. Finn nodded.
"I see." His new friend's face was grim. "'Ave you got a place to staeh?"
The glider shook his head. "'Fraid not . . ." The chipmunk nodded, then broke out into a smile."I s'pose you'll end up wandrin an' gettin theeself killed by Grogen an' what-not, so . . ." The chipmunk began to walk away, and he looked over his shoulder. "Come on now, mate! You're bunkin' with Finny tonight!"

Zaboo came to in a matter of minutes, dazed and confused. He laughed.
"Oh Finn, you wouldn't believe the dream I had, we were in a hollow tree, and hundreds of animals were -" The glider blinked again, and screamed. "AAAAAAHHHH! Where am I? I thought it wasn't real, it was a dream, fake . . ." Zaboo looked around the hollow he was in: It was small, with walls covered with shelves packed with an assortment of plants and herbs, and a bark cot on his right, identical to the one he was laying on. Finn laughter boomed.
"Suprised, eh, squirt?" The glider nodded. "You'll get used to it soon enough. This 'ight here is the Infirmary. You wound ye-self and they'll fix ya right up. Though it's a tad small, so I recommend you leave smart quick before Bestle kicks ya out."
"Bestle?"
The Infirmary keeper. She doesn't like a crowded working space, and when that Mistress gets angry, she can cause you some gurt pain, and you'll wind up 'ere all over again!" Zaboo had heard enough, and he jumped out of bed.
"Right. Now, pardon me asking, but where are your quarters?" The chipmunk's eyes twinkled.
"OOooooooh, laddy, you'll like my quarters, fine and dandy it is indeed . ." Finn bounded off, with Zaboo in hot persuit. The scampered down and out of the tree, and darted into up the side of another. They arrived at a gnarl in the side of a tree, and the two crawled into an opening. Finn smirked with dignity. "Welcome home."

Zaboo looked around in awe. The room was bigger in the inside, and had mutiple stories. There were others in the room, about 3, and there were way more beds than needed. Suddenly, Zaboo started to feel home-sick. "mooommy..." Zaboo whispered under his breath. Then he started wailing like a banshee, "MOOOMMMYYY! MOOOMMY! MOMMYYYYYYYYYY!!!" The three other animals, plus Finn, stared at Zaboo. "Stop that terrible shreiking!" shouted one. "oh, he'll get over it! Now shut that little patooty of yours and lets make him feel at home!" Finn snapped.

*is tired* i wrote this at 9:43 PM. I'm dazed, and that's all i can right for now. I wonder when Zaboo will get home...