sᴏɴɪᴄ ᴛᴏʏ: 𝓐𝓭𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓸𝔂𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓼

      While everyone in the camp went into the forest not far from him to collect branches, sticks and other pieces of wood that David and Stephanie needed at the request and permission of the counselors, the toys themselves, being far from the camp, calmly walked back along the same road without turning anywhere from the river. Papyrus, Sans, Sonic, two Tails, Knuckles and Birch confidently walked against the flow of the river, being on the bank next to it. Tails from BOOM stopped for a minute and looked around. He really liked nature and fresh air in this forest. Usually his and Sonic’s owners are always in the city most often and never go out, even to the park, and almost never take him with them to admire such beauty. Suddenly he thought he heard someone crying. — You don’t hear anything? — Why? The river nearby makes a slight noise. — another Tails answers him, and he answers him: — No. I am not talking about that. It seemed to me that someone was crying here in the forest. Listen! They all listened and also heard someone’s sobs. — Yes, someone is crying in the forest. Someone must have gotten lost. — Birch suggested. Knuckles scratched his chin and raised his right hand and said: — And if... — Don't even think about it, Knuckles! — the fox himself stopped him. — What if this is a human child? Shouldn't we be seen and heard alive by them? — We won’t get caught, Tails. Just let's see who's crying and that's it. — he assured him and went first. The others followed him. For now, the birch tree remained next to the river and guarded it so that the toys would not get lost and they would know where to return. Knuckles, two Tails, Sonic, Papyrus and Sans entered the clearing and saw no one, but the crying began to sound a little louder and somewhere high. They looked up and it turned out that it was a crying kite that had become entangled on a branch of one of the tall trees and was stuck. The kite itself had a funny face drawn on it, which now looked sad. — This is an ordinary kite! — Knuckles reassured everyone. — Oh, you cowards! The snake itself suddenly stopped crying and looked down, seeing the toys themselves. — Hello, who are you and where are you from? — Oh, sorry we didn’t introduce ourselves. — Sonic from BOOM apologized and began to introduce himself. — My name is Sonic. This is my Tails. He and I are based on the same animated series based on a terrible game. This is a different Tails and his best friend Knuckles. And these are the heroes of the game Undertale Papyrus and Sans. — Well, formally, we are not so much heroes, but villains of the game. — Sans was a little shy. — And what is your name? — Tails asked. — Me? — asked the kite and thought. — Well, actually, I just call myself a kite and I don’t have a name. — Were you crying here? — Knuckles asked. — Yes I. — the snake answered and began to explain: — My master many years ago took me here when there was a strong wind and launched me very high. Then the wind died down and I fell into the forest here. Then my owner lost me, he searched for me for a long time, but never found me. And then he forgot about me and left me here. I was stuck on this tree branch, I couldn’t free myself in any way, since I was entangled and had been stuck here for probably an eternity. No one has communicated with me for a long time. — Don't worry! We will free you now. — Papyrus said. — But you don’t remember who your master is. Or at least what his name is. — Yes, my owner’s name is Kolya Kirpichev and he was ten years old when he last played here with me in the wind. — the kite explained. — Kolya Kirpichev, you say? — Knuckles thought thoughtfully. — Is this by any chance one of those counselors? — We’ll find out later, let’s help him get out of there. — suggested the original Tails, and BOOM speaks in support: — Yes. Sans and Papyrus stayed below to catch the kite as it fell, while Sonic, Tails and Knuckles climbed up the tree itself, climbing onto the branch where the kite caught its tail and thread to help it get out. Knuckles walked in front, with both arms extended to the sides and keeping his balance so as not to fall. At one point, he accidentally kicked his legs and fell to the left edge. Fortunately, he managed to grab the branch with his right hand and the bottom with his left hand in order to quickly climb back up and not fall. — Be careful, Knuckles! — Sonic asked. — Don't worry about me! I'm plush. Even if I fall, I won’t kill myself. A pile of cotton wool inside me to soften my fall. — the echidna explained and continued to slowly walk further. Having reached the tail of the kite and the threads with which it was tied around a branch and tangled, he tried to grab it, but only forgot that he had no fingers. Only boxing gloves with something like soft spikes, which are not convenient for grasping something and tying or untying. — Let me try, I have separate fingers on my hand. — said the original Tails and began to slowly unravel. Sonic and Tails from BOOM at this time looked around and noticed a large and ripe orange apple on the ceiling. — O! Apple! — Sonic said, pointing his finger at him. — Where does it come from? Is this tree an apple tree? — Tails wondered out loud. — Yes. This is an apple tree. That's where I got stuck. Several apples had long since fallen from here and were carried away by ordinary hedgehogs and squirrels. This is the only one still hanging, but it is also about to fall. — the kite explained. — Hm. — Sonic scratched his chin, smiling. — Let's pick it and bring it back to the camp to our owners. Let's treat them, so to speak, by arranging a surprise. They will even be surprised where they got it from. — Let's. — Tails agreed with him, clasped his hands together and lowered them. Sonic stood on them and the fox lifted him above him. Then Sonic himself jumped up from Tails' hands even higher and grabbed onto the apple itself. He barely climbed onto it himself and almost fell. — Be careful, Sonic! — Knuckles was afraid for him. The hedgehog stood over the apple and stomped on it a little. The apple only wobbled slightly and swayed, but for some reason did not fall. Then Sonic began to jump on this very apple, but it still did not fall. He was already tired of jumping and took a breath, after which he continued to jump in place and said: — Come on! Fall! Fall! — You don't have enough weight. You're probably too easy for that apple. Let me help you. — BOOM Tails suggested. — Knuckles, give me a lift! — Moment! — Knuckles answers, took him by the waist and, spinning in place, threw him high. Having almost reached the apple, he barely reached the hands of Sonic, who managed to grab it and lift it towards him. Now they both began to jump on the apple, but it, the reptile, still refused to fall. At this time, ordinary Tails had already unraveled and untied the thread from the kite. — All! Now you can pull your tail! The snake pulled its tail, as if it were an ordinary snake crawling along a branch and freed itself. Now he was holding himself in the air and smiled at him. — Thank you. I'm finally free! I am free! I'm free like a bird in the sky! At this time, BOOM Sonic and Tails got tired and began to catch their breath, and the apple finally broke away from the top branch and fell down. Sonic and Tails, along with the apple, also began to fall down, down and down. At the same time, they screamed heart-rendingly, afraid of being killed on the ground. The apple fell into Papyrus and Sans's hands, and the kite itself managed to pick up Sonic and Tails and slowly lowered them to the ground. — Thank you, Gorynych! — the fox thanked, jokingly calling the kite “Serpent Gorynych.” — Do not mention it! You were the first to save me, and I saved you in return. My mother, as I remember, always said to my master: always do good and you will receive good in return. — And we heard a slightly different saying. Knuckles explained. — Do not do good and you will not receive evil! Although we personally don’t believe in such nonsense. — No, in our current time they came up with such garbage, just not to help anyone. Although there was no such nonsense before, and anyone who did good always received good in return. Still, the current world is corrupted. — Sans explains. — Movies in Hollywood are especially spoiled, where they constantly push… — Papyrus wanted to speak out, but fell silent. - It’s better for you not to know about this! — Okay. We went back to the river and to the camp. — Tails says, jumping into the branches of the tree, along with Knuckles. Because they were plush, they landed softly and survived. Moreover, they fell in the style of a superhero landing, just showing off such poses. — Wow! Superhero Landing! — Sans clapped his hands. — This is deadly for people. At least my knees are screwed after this. — Don't express yourself! — Papyrus said. — So he didn’t swear. He just said screw it. — Sonic explained. — And you also repeated after him? — the skeleton was a little indignant and the rest of the toys immediately laughed, taking it as a joke. — What? What did I say? — Okay, okay, forget it! You probably cannot understand between good words and bad, as well as the middle between them about more or less good or bad. You've been a corpse for this for a long time. — Sonic said, and then joked, pointing his fingers at Papyrus and asking: — Are you smart? Corpse! The rest of the toys, except Papyrus, caught Sonic's joke and laughed again. — No, I don’t dare. Are you a fool? — the skeleton was a little offended. — Nevermind. Let's return to camp before the owners miss us. — Knuckles said. — You're right, Knuckles. Went! - Sonic agreed with Knuckles and added the answer to Papyrus: — Sorry! Forgetting about the disputes, they returned to Birch, who was waiting for them, and they, together with their new friend the kite, as well as a ripe apple, also went next to the river, against its current.

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      Meanwhile, the children collected many different branches in the forest, at David’s request, and brought them to David’s camp. Afterwards, they were allowed to sit at one of the tables on the street, where he sorted through the branches, choosing which ones were suitable for the base, which ones could be used later, and which ones were completely useless. — How is it going? — Stephanie asked, sitting down with her friend to see how the work on the toy was progressing. — I’m still thinking and trying to choose the right one. — David answers, looking at one of the branches. — Will you help me since you came? — Certainly! Stephanie agreed. — What do you roughly want to do? Any ideas? — Well... I would like to bring something from the camp as a gift for Anya. I think a toy would be a great idea. — She'll definitely like it. Even though she's still a baby. Stephanie took a few branches to try to get an idea of what she could do with them. Some branches turned out to be flexible and strong. After turning everything around a few times, she had an idea. — David, maybe you can try to make a butterfly toy? It may be suitable for demonstration, and Anya will like it. — Do you think I can do it? It’s quite difficult to make a butterfly... — Drayton doubted, since he had never taken on such a toy before. — Of course it will work! Grandpa taught you the basics. Yes, and you helped him create toys, and he said that you were good at it. David thought about it. Uncle Andrew actually taught him a little about the craft of making toys when he told Karl about his business when he came to visit. The boy, under the supervision of a master, learned to wield a pocket knife and work with wood. But now he had to make the toy himself. Without your mentor. And this was a little scary, because the fate of the camp was at stake. If the idea fails, then another toy factory will take its place. And this cannot be allowed to happen so that the same thing does not happen again, when Andrew in the past was a famous craftsman and did everything himself for others, until many factories replaced him. Gathering confidence into a fist, he said with a serious face: — You're right. I can. Taking those very flexible and strong branches, and then taking out a pocket knife, the boy began to slowly cut them out, as if a surfboard was floating smoothly on a wave. A couple of chips fall out and the first cut branch gradually begins to take the shape of a perfectly cut wall. Turning the other side of this branch one hundred and eighty degrees to the right, around itself, the boy also began to try to cut out the same ideal wall. It was a success and both walls of the branch were ready. All that remains is to cut the shape of a butterfly wing around the two walls. David tried to carve this shape very slowly, without rushing and with his tongue sticking out to his right cheek. The first wing was ready and he looked at it against the blue sky, holding it in his hand. The other boys and girls saw what David had cut out and were a little surprised. Some people really didn’t understand what was so amazing about this cut out piece? True, Drayton himself did not finish there and cut out exactly the same wing from the second exactly the same branch. Putting them together on the table, the wings really resembled a butterfly. Only the body with the head and legs is missing. Then he takes the third one and cuts off a smaller piece from it. It will be a little more difficult to make the body with it. Suddenly David remembers how he himself taught himself to cut potatoes and peel them. He decided that he should probably do the same with that piece of branch. True, it needs to be cleaned more often so that it becomes smaller and resembles the body of a butterfly. The body was ready. Using a knife, he made holes on the side for the wings themselves and also pinholes for the legs. The boy took eight large chips cut from those same branches, lightly cut each one in turn and rolled them, making them look like straw legs and inserted them into the holes on the body. He took two more smaller pieces of wood and also rolled them into straws and made them into a kind of tendrils for the head. David looks at his own creation, made with his own hands, stretching his hand forward and cannot stop admiring how he was able to make it. And even on the first try. Apparently he was just lucky for the first time or he studied with the best master, Andrew himself. — Wow! — Stephanie is surprised. — Did you succeed? — she takes paints and a brush. — Let me color it? — Let's. Then we'll show it to everyone else. Maybe this will convince the guys to sign the petition... — You and I won’t convince absolutely everyone. Someone may still think that the new factory is better than the camp... But I hope, over time, they will understand that the camp is no worse. — Stephanie said and took the toy and began to color it. At this time, counselor Kolya was walking around the camp, watching the children so that nothing would happen to them. — What do you do? — Kolya asked, approaching Stephanie and David. — We are trying to realize our idea. We already have the toy, but the hardest part is yet to come... — admitted Drayton, a little embarrassed. He secretly worried that no one would like his work and that all these actions would be in vain. The counselor lightly patted him on the shoulder in support and said: — I believe that you will succeed. You do everything to help our camp and you will cope. The main thing is that you are not alone and you also have us. Together we will achieve a lot... Well, or almost a lot, and we will do everything to ensure that our camp continues to exist. And it's thanks to you two. — We hope so ourselves, believe us! — David assured. — Ready! — Omarov answers and shows a beautifully painted butterfly in seven colors of the rainbow. The counselor was amazed in a good way, and Drayton was in questioning shock. — How did you manage to paint it so quickly? — he asked her. — I’m an excellent artist and I draw very well. Forgot? It’s been a long time since I filled my hands with perfect coloring. — she explained to him. Drayton examined the butterfly and said briefly: — Beautiful! — Agree! — Kolya confirmed. — All that remains is to find out how others will appreciate your masterpiece!? The counselors called all the boys and girls, who by this time had obtained the remaining branches and wooden objects and were the last to bring them. — Guys, thank you for agreeing to help David realize his idea. — Counselor Yuri began. — David has already managed to make one toy and I hope you like it. With these words, Kolya Kirpichov showed the children that same butterfly made of wood. Many children looked at her in surprise, because to them she looked like the real thing. They really liked it and all the boys and girls immediately forgot that there would be a new factory here and wanted Drayton to make their own new toy for each of them. — David-David, can you make a new car? — Will you make me a Lego man that looks like Dragonfly? — Will you make a hero doll? — Well, please do something for us too! The counselors reassured all the children: — Come on, be quiet! Not all right away! Oh, right away!... Get in line! — says Kirpichev and all the boys and girls lined up in a line like a snake and each began to approach one by one. — Calm down, guys! There are enough toys for everyone. I can handle it... I hope. — Drayton assured and this time took a larger stick, which was an old log. He decided that this could be used to make a large machine that would fit even in a closet, flush with the drawers. — I will help you. — says Omarova and also took a similar log and began to examine it.