SMILE FOR THE PHOTO ☆ o, birthday

[FRAGGLEROCK.]

One's birthday was an important day in their life, at least for most. Most people used the day as a time to celebrate and have fun, and Fraggle was no exception. However, there was a slight problem when it came to his birthday... he couldn't really remember it. He couldn't remember when he had been born, just as he couldn't really remember any of his old family, or if he had any siblings or anything like that. It was an unfortunate thing to deal with, but there wasn't much that he could do about it. He hadn't discovered any way to just force his memories to come back, which meant he wouldn't be able to remember when the day was anything. When the young rabbit had realized that, he had decided to put the whole thing behind him, figuring that there was no use dwelling on it. All he would end up doing in the end was making himself depressed when he couldn't remember a day that was so important to many others. He had better things that he could focus on – happier things.

And that was how the state of things had remained, for a while. That is, until today. April 14th. To most, the day wouldn't seem all that different. People were milling about as usual, and the group seemed as normal as ever. For Fraggle, however, everything seemed off somehow. It was like there was a constant itch running up his spine, badgering at him near the back of his mind. There was something he was forgetting, and he knew it. He honestly couldn't think of a more frustrating feeling in the world, practically pacing – or quickly hopping – back and forth in front of his cavern. Eventually he ended up just letting out a groan, tugging lightly at his feathered ears as he muttered, "What is it...? Why can't I remember... come on, why?" He honestly wanted to just throw in the towel and give up on trying to figure it out, but he also couldn't. No matter how much he tried to ignore the feeling, it just continued to badge at him, incessantly trying to remind him of what he was missing.

Then, it hit him. Like a freight train, really. There was a sudden flash of memory within his mind, although it was blurry and disorienting. November 14th... himself. Warmth. Calm. Then, light. Yelling. The shove of other bodies against his own, and a desperate race for milk, and nutrients. 5 months ago, he had been born. That was what he had been trying to remember. As soon as it returned to him, Fragglerock felt filled with both shock and excitement. It was wonderful, and he couldn't help letting out a cheer of joy, his fluffy tail twitching behind him. He wasted no time in hopping away from his cave, moving out into the morning air and seeing the usual crowd of others getting to work. He didn't want to interrupt, but he did want to make his announcement. So, he sat back on his hind legs, calling out cheerfully, "Hey, everybody! I'm five months old today!" Of course, once that particular call was out into the open air, Frag wasn't quite sure what to do with himself. What was one supposed to do on their birthday? How was he supposed to celebrate?

[glow=#4c2c1c,2,300]YOU CAN WRAP MY BRAIN IN PLASTIC[/glow]