GRUNDO DAY SPECIAL

Grundo Cuisine
By Anjie

Fantastic scents, astounding smells,
All linger in the air.
A tantalising trail left,
The question, though, to where?
The winding halls of station's realm,
Do lead us to one place.
A kitchen hidden in a world
Adrift in deepest space.

An off-key tune hummed deep within,
And now a Grundo seen.
Such massive form and glowing gaze,
His build awash with green.
A ladle clutched tight in one hand,
A bowl rests on a bench.
Whatever Gargarox has mixed up,
Looks blue, with mighty stench.

The walls seem plastered with small notes,
His recipes, pinned up.
A tattered poster hangs nearby,
From last year's Gormball Cup.
Within this haven he creates,
Concoctions of his dreams.
Nothing is too bold to mix,
Or bad to bake, it seems.

An apron tied on hulking form,
He checks the oven's heat.
From there to stove and back again,
He'll rush on massive feet.
It's his domain, this kitchen small,
His food seems suspect, though.
The Grundo workers whisper this,
But none would dare say so.

The Voices of the Grundos
By Brilliance109p

In Virtupets we spend our days,
Our lives are spun by leader's ways,
We know no world beyond this place,
And every day our time does waste.

Neon blue and electric green,
All but these; the colours seen,
Each day the same, each day will come,
And time does pass our space-age home.

Dr. Sloth, so good and great,
(We dare not speak of spite and hate),
One day we'll have revenge on him!
The day when Grundos live to win.

O Neopia, do hear our cry!
In Faerieland we wish to fly,
The Haunted Woods, a worthwhile stay,
Drop by in Brightvale for a day.

Hear our voices, hear our call,
We will be free once and for all,
The open world we long to see
And witness great infinity.

This significant day is truly great,
No longer Grundos wish to wait,
We'll live our lives, we'll have our say,
It's Grundo Independence Day!

Ode to the Grundo
By Scenette

The moonlight, with sparkle and glow,
Shone upon a Grundo, full of tremendous sorrow.
Tears they ran from his eyes to his toe,
His only friend was that of his lonesome shadow.
Sincerely glum and spouting misery,
His one and only wish was to finally be free
Of servitude, his master. The prospect was dreamy!
But without the freedom, he felt so empty.

How he longed to feel he really did belong!
He could skip, dance, and joyously burst into song!
Servitude, he thought, was cruel and so wrong,
But the will-power of Grundos was that so strong
That finally, one day, they fulfilled their dreams!
They escaped; they saw sun, they saw streams,
They saw the world that only existed in daydreams.
No more Sloth, no more screams!
They were free to go,
They were free to find a home,
And forever they will roam...

Free!
Just like they should be.

Free the Grundos!
By _Razcalz_

Years and years and years ago,
'Round when Virtupets began,
A villain came, the notorious Sloth,
And hatched a wicked plan.
Neopians from everywhere
Answered the Space Faerie's pleas,
To save Neopia...
And a mysterious new species.

They're Grundos, they're Grundos,
And soon they'll all be free!

Evil mutants roamed the land,
While pets disappeared without a trace,
Sloth demanded we buy his Virtupets,
As if our pets could be replaced!
With Island Mystic's help,
And strangely, codestones too,
A message was decoded,
Off to the station without ado!

They're Grundos, they're Grundos,
And soon they'll all be free!

20,000 Grundos adopted,
Our faerie went to meet her foe,
Reversed the ray, defeated Sloth,
The villain was gone, and although...
We knew ol' Frank would return someday,
No one really made a fuss,
Neopia was saved (at least for now),
With Grundos now among us!
They're Grundos, they're Grundos,
They dance because they're free!