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Did you ever wonder why the Grarrl is usually depicted
as a monster who, unfortunately, eats Kacheeks? Or why the Kacheek is always
eaten by the Grarrl- wait... that was just redundancy. Well, there's a
little folklore, or story that may shed some light.
It all began back in the days of... uhh... let's say
beginning of both the Kacheek's and Grarrl's existence.
One time, Kacham (first child of the family of Kacheek)
was walking along the path picking flowers when he spied someone new sitting
across the ground. He was rather bulky and his scaly skin seemed to reflect
the colors of rainbows.
"Hiya doin' there," called Kacham. "What're ya doin'
sittin' here in da path?"
"I dunno... just bored I guess," replied the new guy.
He stood up and towered over Kacham. "The name's Graaaaaoooohhhhaaall!!!!!
You can call me Gaarl (child of the reptilian Grarrl family. Not first
though) for short. What's yer name?"
"Name's Kacham. Wanna pick flowers wid me? They're purty!"
So both of them played together, and picked flowers,
although Gaarl was allergic to them and sneezed off the petals. Then,
Kacham had an idea.
"Watch what I can do," said Kacham, and he made a little
magic work and turned the flowers different colors. "Want me to teach
ya?" he offered.
So he taught Gaarl how to change the colors of the flowers,
and with less than perfect success, Gaarl was able to change... err...
the STEM of the flower... (nice try though).
"Thanks very much fer teachin' me. Now watch what I can
do," said Gaarl, and he took in a deep breath and roared a roar that could
be heard all over 'early Neopia'. "I'll teach ya if ya want."
So, he taught Kacham how to roar, though his roar sounded
more of a squeak.
By the time they were done playing, it was dinner time.
They decided that they'd come back tomorrow to play again.
Then they each went home...
"Momma Momma!! Look what I can do!!" cried Kacham, and
he roared a harsh squeak.
"Where'd you lean to do that?" asked his mom.
"Gaarl the Grarrl taught me," he said. "We played and
picked flowers this mornin' and he was really nice... and and and... he
was cool, and he's my new friend!!"
His mother was alarmed. "Don't you know that the reptilian
family, more specifically the Grarrl family is dangerous??" his mother
asked. "Don't ever let me catch you playing with one of their kind again!
Oh. And don't let me catch you 'roaring' like one of them reptiles either!
Be civilized!"
At the same time, Gaarl went home with some flowers and
changed the... erm... stems for his mom to see.
"Who taught you to do that?" she asked.
"Kacham the Kacheek did," he said. "He's mah new buddy."
"A bunch of rubbish," said his mother. "Didn't I ever
tell you not to play with those fur balls? And didn't I tell you that
you should learn to HUNT and not play with plants?? We've been on edge
against the mammals longer than anyone can remember. The next time you
play with that fur ball, catch him and eat him. And stop turning those
stems pink! Be civilized!!"
So the next morning when Kacham met Gaarl in the path,
he kept his distance.
"I'm afraid I can't go flower-picking with you today,"
he called, inching back a step or two.
Gaarl eyed him quietly, remembering what his mother had
told him. "If he gets too close, I'll lunge him and gulp him whole," he
thought. But he remembered how much fun they had had together, and how
nice Kacham was to teach him how to turn flowers into different colors.
So, he roared loudly once again and turned away- hungry...
From that day on, Kacham nor any of his Kacheek children
and Gaarl nor any of his Grarrl children ever played with each other again.
The memory has since long passed, and other trivial matters have come
between the two families- inflaming the ongoing tensions between them.
The Grarrl family never did learn how to turn the WHOLE flower colorful,
and the Kacheek family never learned how to roar properly.
I guess there is a moral to this tale. It makes us think
about how much companionship Neopia has missed because people are told
they "can't" be friends with each other.
The End
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