Have you ever thought of what a Maskchi looks like under its mask? Was it beautiful, ugly, strange...? Maybe even sweet, mean, or in the middle!
Tammy the mamechi walked up the Tamatown sidewalk. It was a beautiful day to go to swimming at her friend Freds house! Blazing sun and ice-cream were fulfilled that day. The sun got tiring after a while, but the icecream kept. Once getting Fred outside, and getting in the pool, the sun felt farther away and the cool water soaked them up. Since it was a humongus pool, anyone exept humans were able to play a full game of Marko-Mitchi! Marko-Mitchi was basiclly like our game Marko-polo! " Let stop playing Marko-Mitchi and get out of the pool! My paws are getting wrinkled and I'm down for hungry!" Tammy complained. Since Tammy was a bossy sort of friend, all was accepted and well. "Lemonade, sweet lemonade" Fred sang at the quietest voice any Tama would probuly use. Maskchis are shy, even to themselves.
Tammy the mamechi walked up the Tamatown sidewalk. It was a beautiful day to go to swimming at her friend Freds house! Blazing sun and ice-cream were fulfilled that day. The sun got tiring after a while, but the icecream kept. Once getting Fred outside, and getting in the pool, the sun felt farther away and the cool water soaked them up. Since it was a humongus pool, anyone exept humans were able to play a full game of Marko-Mitchi! Marko-Mitchi was basiclly like our game Marko-polo! " Let stop playing Marko-Mitchi and get out of the pool! My paws are getting wrinkled and I'm down for hungry!" Tammy complained. Since Tammy was a bossy sort of friend, all was accepted and well. "Lemonade, sweet lemonade" Fred sang at the quietest voice any Tama would probuly use. Maskchis are shy, even to themselves.
