Author: Darth Squishy PM
Well...lets just say MOM takes a trip to some wild country and meets a very special friend...Rated: Fiction K - English - Chapters: 6 - Words: 3,928 - Reviews: 17 - Favs: 3 - Updated: 10-26-05 - Published: 10-21-05 - id: 2627682
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DISCLAIMER: attention. I do not own this amazing show cause if I did, I wouldn't be here typing crap. It would be a show and many inexplicable things would happen. Oh yeah. I don't own Lama Su either. He belongs to george lucus' amazing creation of star wars. Once again, a huge "thankie!" To all my kind reviewers. You have no idea how much your reviews meant to me. Okayys, on with the story!
"Hey MOM, back so soon?" Martin asked sheepishly as MOM stared at her once clean office that was now covered in green goop and orange powder like substance.
"Agent Mystery…" MOM's shoulders tensed, "Care to explain?"
"Oh, er…well…its like this. Di was fiddling with a box of orange powder when it slipped through her fingers, so she tried to clean it up but knocked over your paperweight full of green goop" Martin explained.
"Agent Lombard? I think not, Martin Mystery." MOM stared at him hard-eyed.
Martin simply smiled nervously.
"Oh, way smart Martin. Blame ME for YOUR carelessness." Diana scorned.
"Oh whatever. Heyy, what's that?" Martin noticed the lock of horse hair in MOM's tightly clenched fist.
"It is something you shall never touch. A lock of horse hair from the wildest heart of all." MOM explained. "Billy…"
"Bye, Martin…and, you do know that MOM is never gonna forget this, right?" Billy asked as he opened a porthole
"No sweat, she's bound to get over it." Martin said, stepping through the porthole.
PEACE AT LONG LAST…
MOM slid into her chair and stared at the horse hair. The first thought that popped into her mind was Kamino. Kamino was a planet which the center had made friends with. Its few inhabitants were all a species known as "kaminoians" she personally knew Lama Su, the prime minister of Kamino. He lives in the planet's capital, Tipoca City. They had the most advanced cloning technology in the entire galaxy. They could clone anything and everything.
She shook her head to clear the thought. There could only be one great, wild, silver stallion.
Then, absentmindedly, she plaited the horse hair together. An idea hit her as she continued to do so. Finally completing the master piece, she slipped it onto her wrist. The horse hair felt scratchy against her wrist but at the same time, it was comforting. It told her that she had made a friend with a creature that had a huge distrust with humans. It told her that she had developed a deep and formidable bond with the wildest heart of all times. It told her that the stallion would never forget her…
Okayys! That's all people! Hope you enjoyed all this crap! Yeah, thanks for all the helpful and encouraging reviews! I think I have learnt a lot from them and will use them tips in my future stories okayys? Yeah! That's all, ciao for now! (: