ParodyHam

Little is known about a majority of the Petpet species living in Neopia. For some, such as the Crokabek, this knowledge gap is particularly large. What is considered common knowledge in terms of their biology, including that of their disease vector status is, at best, a partial truth. A disease vector in this incidence would be a pet that aids in the spread of sickness. It is for this reason that I have compiled a short paper about a species known by many as “the bringer of omens,” “dark wings, dark words,” and “Nightbringer.” It is my genuine hope that I might show the beauty of an avian Petpet oft synonymous with despair and gloom. I will do this by introducing my reader to some of its most fascinating behaviors as well as to increase awareness for its current plight. Major Biological Features: Before one can explore the fascinating behaviors of this Petpet species, they must first learn the major aspects of its biology. Crokabeks are sociable Petpets (flock size typically ranges

Chapter 1: Nocturne ~~~ It was a cool evening in the wilds of the Haunted Woods. Lightning bugs filled the trees like dazzling ornaments. A gentle breeze moved the treetops wave like reaching hands, making them appear alive. Within these woods, four battle weary heroes were setting up camp for the night in a small clearing. Among them, a red Techo in a white robe laid a pile of firewood into a small firepit, while a blue Acara with a red tunic readied her wand with a spell. “Fireball,” she said, fighting back a yawn. A fist-sized ball of flame emerged from her wooden wand and fired straight into the pit. The Techo jumped out of the way, grabbing his tail. “Ahh, Mipsy! Watch where you point that thing!” “Whoops, sorry Velm,” she said with a shrug. Out of the tent emerged a White Blumaroo. His stern face betrayed his otherwise youthful features. He wore a green tunic, breeches, and a metal chestplate with the insignia of Meridell at the front. An ornate sword was affixed at his waist.

There was once a strawberry-haired maiden named Harmony, a well-muscled Rainbow Lupe with a fading purple dress, sunhat, traveling sack, and work boots. She lived on a farm outside of Meridell with her aging parents, a Puppyblew, and three younger brothers. When the harvest time came, they would pick the fruits of the land, ripe and sweet, while singing merry tunes of sunny days and gentle breezes. Upon those days came a barrage of mouthwatering dishes, marrow pies and veggie stews, braised meat and colorful salads.       There could be no happier family than they.      But as with all things, there must be change.      A cool spring breeze blew strong and steady on the day Harmony set out to town. She sought a parcel of land from which bushels of vegetables could be sold at market. It was a hurried day in Meridell, with merchants clamoring for the attention of passersby, wheeling carts filled to the brim with large fruits, potions, and tools. Children tore through the