It was easy.

Well, of course. With friends like his, it was always easy!

Life was fun! He had Fumu and Bun, and they played with him a lot. And sometimes the other kids played with him. When Bun played with the other kids, usually he just watched, but sometimes he got included too! Then it was even more fun!

And Fumu would show him other fun things and explain how things worked. She was so smart. Sometimes she tried to explain a whole bunch of things and then he got to take a really good nap. And Bun made a great pillow.

He had so many friends. And they were all so different! Fumu and Bun were a bit alike, but tey were much different from some of his other friends, like Meta Knight!

He didn't understand why Fumu and Bun worried about Meta Knight. Meta Knight was his friend! He always learned so much from Meta Knight's lessons. Even if it was sometimes hard on the top of his head…

But he was getting better! Even if some things, like words, were still a little confusing. But he was already stronger than before, and he knew a whole bunch more about what he was supposed to do. He was supposed to save people.

That was easy.

He had a really cool thing he did to bad people. He inhaled. Sometimes he forgot and Fumu or Bun had to remind him. But when he remembered, he was really good at it!

Sometimes it didn't work. Then he needed a little help.

But that was ok! He had a lot of friends. And they were strong! They always helped him when he needed it.

But sometimes he felt bad about making his friends help him. He felt like he should be stronger, so they wouldn't have to help him. Sometimes they got hurt trying to help him. Even Meta Knight.

When that happened, he got sad. He was supposed to save people. He was doing a bad job.

But then Fumu would hug him, and Bun would grin and Meta Knight would nod and his eyes would turn all glowy. Then, he felt better. He had friends. And friends help friends. It was ok that he needed a bit of help.

Sometimes they got hurt trying to help him, but they thought he was worth it.

And sometimes, he got hurt. But he had to save people. His friends. His…family? Is that the right word?

His friends, his family. They were worth it. They were always worth fighting for.