He was only six at the time the neighbourhood, where my NeoHome was, noticed
him. He was digging around in some trash cans looking for food. Some nights
he slept in boxes, but one rainy night he slept on my front door. I waited a
while until he was in a deep sleep. I opened the front door and brought him
inside.
The room was nice and cozy from the fire, but I put a blanket on him anyway
and put him on the couch. As I snuggled him like a bug in a rug, I saw he had
a red Nimmo Plushie. It looked just liked him, dirty and worn, but well his
left leg needed to be stitched. So while this little Nimmo slept I fixed his
toy up to look like new. Well, at least I thought he was sleeping.
Childes, my Kau who was supposed to be asleep, came down stairs. She had awoke
him. He screamed and knocked down many things. He even broke my Bruce's Kiko-robot.
"Help! Someone!" he screamed.
"SHHH, it's OK. I won't drill ya with my horns," said Childes calmly.
By the time I got to the room Childes and him were having a good time just
throwing questions around.
"My name is Childes. What is yours?" she asked in a grin.
"Name? I don't have one," he said rather blankly.
"What do you mean you don't have a name? Everyone does. Don't they?" Childes
says with a dizzy look.
"Well, my owner didn't want to name me. He thought by the time I was twelve
I could name myself. I am six now," he explained.
He seemed to me very smart for a six-year-old. And I guess I was not the only
one who thought so. For the face of my pet was looked very surprised.
"Six! You are six! You look like you are three! I'm eleven," replied Childes.
At this time I came into the room. With me I had some milk and some cookies,
plus the plushie in my hands.
"Cookies!" said Childes.
"Ross!" he said, holding his hands out for him.
"Ross? That?" said Childes, looking at the plushie.
"Yes, his name is Ross," he claimed, "Why? Is it a goofy name?"
"No," said Childes, "Not at all. Is he named after your owner?"
"No way! Ross isn't named after him. I had him before my owner skipped town..."
he said sadly.
There was silence in the room until I, quickly thinking about this, said, "OK
guys, it's past your bed time."
I sent Childes back into her room, and came back to the living room. I found
the Nimmo sitting in front of the fireplace eating another cookie. We talked
about what he wanted in his life and what I could do. He even talked about his
past. His owner being destroyed trying to defeat the Pant Devil. That night
I wrapped him and Ross in the blanket, kissed his forehead, and told him not
to cry.
Years went by, and he grew to be a fine young Nimmo. My neighbour, Ms. Flowers,
took him in. He learned many things from her, and he always came every Friday
to spend the night with us. Around the age of ten he left Ross on his trophy
shelf (and is still there).
But he found a name when he was 12. His name was Edin. Edin the Nimmo.
The End | 
