D.W had made herself an only child through time travel, therefore she was prefect since she couldn't be compared to anyone else. However, being prefect gets boring with no one to be prefect over. So with the help of her best, and most make-believe friend, she decided to go back to the baby store once more. But the store was massive with rows and rows of crying, cooing, mewling infants. Even if half the store was blue for boys, it still left a lot of work to wander through and find Arthur.

At the same time wandering through the store was, Nigel Ratburn . He was intended on going to buy a presant for one of his sister's new children, maybe a rattle or music box (infact he still had a sliver rattle in his pocket he intended to buy), nothing large. But the salesman man insisted he at least look back here before the man ran off on some emergency.

Rows and rows of baby boys, many with perspective parents for them, but then down one way, with out any shelves came more infant sounds, a strange high-pitched mix of crying and laughing. Always a curious rat Nigel had to follow the sound. He found it quickly at the end of the hall, the sign said "keep out", but his heart said go forward. Nigel figured that, if he just opened the door it wouldn't exactly be going in and breaking the rules.

What he saw behind the door made his heart break enough to ignore the sign! Rules be damned! For there, amoung old signs and empty, dirty bottles was a baby aardavark with perfectly brown fur and round ears and the tiniest little eyes. Certainly he was in some from of...,feeling, Nigel found it hard to tell what as the baby screamed. He was scooped up in seconds, diaper, yellow shirt and all.

"There now, it's alright little cub, I'm sure youre alright. " he rocked the basket just a bit and the baby let out this small burp before it got quiet, rather pleased with himself the rat smiled. He did so a bit close to the baby and got one of hus whiskers pulled. After letting out a yelp, Nigel reminded himself this was a child and calmly explained in an almost cooing manner;

"We don't do that in the future little cub- I'm not rewarding thr behavior but hopefully this will discourage it." And from his pocket he gave over the rattle, it was a smiple spare shape that matched the blue booties the aardvark cub wore. He gave it a few shakes as before the baby took it completely and giggled. Nigel even found himself chuckling, until the nervous salesman's shadow came over the two. He wiped his brow on a handkerchief as he came closer and Nigel held the baby to his chest for safety.

"I am so sorry about leaving you back there- what's that?"

"Just...a baby." Nigel couldn't lie. He showed the salesman the cub for just a second. It didn't like being against Nigels chest,since he couldn't shake his rattle.

"Oh! That baby, you don't want him he's broken."

"Im sorry?" Nigel blinked.

"He dosent behave like the other babies-"

"So?!"

"Sir, we have much better babies one more your...shape." the salesman tried "we just got a whole mischief of rat pups in-"

"This is the one I want." Ratburn said, ever firm in his soft voice. The salesman had to cave, but he warned Nigel about their no return policy.

Soon, the teacher found himself swaddling an infant as he filed out some papers, he was stuck on one question as the cub started to cry again, Nigel just held him closer as he could only thing of A- things running through his mind. Maybe it was in a daydream as he panicked over the life-changing choice he made, but he saw a crown somewhere and the first king he thought of whose name started with an 'A'?

Arthur.

The little aardvark cub was named Arthur Timothy Ratburn.