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Warning: If you do not wish to cry, then do not read this next chapter. Well....you can if you want to, but don't say I didn't warn you.
Chapter 5
Gobo went down to Matt and Storyteller's cave. He was expecting the worst. When he got there, Story was holding Matt's hand, trying to keep him perky.
"Nephew Gobo! It's good to see you." He was in bad shape. His voice was croaky, and his face looked paler than usual.
"Hi uncle Matt." Gobo sat down next to Matt's hammock.
"What's wrong nephew?"
Gobo looked into his face. "Nothing. I was just thinking."
"I was just thinking too nephew. I was remembering all the things we did together. Ah, it brings me back."
Gobo smiled. "Yeah, we had great times. You taught me so much, but there was one thing I never was informed of."
Matt shifted nervously in his hammock.
"What's that Gobo?"
Gobo took a deep breath.
"Whatever happened to my parents?"
Matt sighed, and began.
"Several years ago, your father and mother, Jerry and Della, and myself went exploring near the singing cavern. You were being carried on Della's back. Anyway, when we got there, she told me to watch you when your father and her went inside the cavern. I was holding you, and looked into your eyes. Gobo, I knew that day, that you would be a great fraggle. And I was right on the radishes with that notion."
Gobo listened intently.
"Then...what happened?"
Matt took a deep breath.
Moments later, the cave began to rumble, and a cave in ensued. I tried digging into the rocks for hours, but, I just couldn't do it."
He began to choke up.
"I had to face facts. They were gone. But, they left behind a great gift for all of Fraggle Rock."
"What was that uncle?"
Matt smiled.
"You Gobo. You."
Gobo began to choke up.
"And you took me in."
"Best decision of my life. Even better than becoming a explorer. You know, at times, I would consider you my own son."
A tear drop began to fall off Gobo's face.
"And I would consider you my own father sometimes."
"Gobo, please don't be sad. I have lived a full life, and it is time to look towards the future."
"Don't say that. You'll pull through, and everything will be alright again."
Matt shook his head.
"No, nephew. You are the teacher now. It is time for you, Gobo fraggle, to carry on the explorer name."
"Uncle Matt....."
Matt began to cough a little.
"Gobo, remember, I love you with all my heart, and I am proud of you."
Gobo began to cry.
"I love you so much, uncle Matt."
"Nephew, remember our song?"
Gobo nodded, and Matt sang with the strength he had left.
"Everyday the world begins again,
sunny skies or rain,
come and follow me."
Gobo began to sing between sobs.
"Every sunrise shows me more and more,
so much to explore,
come and follow me."
They sang together.
"Every morning,
every day,
every evening...."
Matt took the last line.
"Calling......me.....away......"
With that, Matt passed on to the next world.
Gobo sat there for the longest time, crying his eyes out. Story sat next to him and hugged him. He hugged back, blinded by the tears.
Chapter 5
Gobo went down to Matt and Storyteller's cave. He was expecting the worst. When he got there, Story was holding Matt's hand, trying to keep him perky.
"Nephew Gobo! It's good to see you." He was in bad shape. His voice was croaky, and his face looked paler than usual.
"Hi uncle Matt." Gobo sat down next to Matt's hammock.
"What's wrong nephew?"
Gobo looked into his face. "Nothing. I was just thinking."
"I was just thinking too nephew. I was remembering all the things we did together. Ah, it brings me back."
Gobo smiled. "Yeah, we had great times. You taught me so much, but there was one thing I never was informed of."
Matt shifted nervously in his hammock.
"What's that Gobo?"
Gobo took a deep breath.
"Whatever happened to my parents?"
Matt sighed, and began.
"Several years ago, your father and mother, Jerry and Della, and myself went exploring near the singing cavern. You were being carried on Della's back. Anyway, when we got there, she told me to watch you when your father and her went inside the cavern. I was holding you, and looked into your eyes. Gobo, I knew that day, that you would be a great fraggle. And I was right on the radishes with that notion."
Gobo listened intently.
"Then...what happened?"
Matt took a deep breath.
Moments later, the cave began to rumble, and a cave in ensued. I tried digging into the rocks for hours, but, I just couldn't do it."
He began to choke up.
"I had to face facts. They were gone. But, they left behind a great gift for all of Fraggle Rock."
"What was that uncle?"
Matt smiled.
"You Gobo. You."
Gobo began to choke up.
"And you took me in."
"Best decision of my life. Even better than becoming a explorer. You know, at times, I would consider you my own son."
A tear drop began to fall off Gobo's face.
"And I would consider you my own father sometimes."
"Gobo, please don't be sad. I have lived a full life, and it is time to look towards the future."
"Don't say that. You'll pull through, and everything will be alright again."
Matt shook his head.
"No, nephew. You are the teacher now. It is time for you, Gobo fraggle, to carry on the explorer name."
"Uncle Matt....."
Matt began to cough a little.
"Gobo, remember, I love you with all my heart, and I am proud of you."
Gobo began to cry.
"I love you so much, uncle Matt."
"Nephew, remember our song?"
Gobo nodded, and Matt sang with the strength he had left.
"Everyday the world begins again,
sunny skies or rain,
come and follow me."
Gobo began to sing between sobs.
"Every sunrise shows me more and more,
so much to explore,
come and follow me."
They sang together.
"Every morning,
every day,
every evening...."
Matt took the last line.
"Calling......me.....away......"
With that, Matt passed on to the next world.
Gobo sat there for the longest time, crying his eyes out. Story sat next to him and hugged him. He hugged back, blinded by the tears.