You were hard at work in the local garages, tuning up karts, fixing exhaust pipes, sealing fuel pipe leaks, and buffing the bike’s paint jobs. It was a nice job, especially now that the karting tournament has gone world wide. You were just working on the brakes of a kart when somone pulls into the shop and parks their kart.

It was a Yoshi, a species of dinosaurs of varying colours, big noses, playful attitudes, and long tongue who love to eat, sing, and help eschews out. They couldn’t speak, but they could communicate on a way. The Yoshi got out and waved out you letting out a small “Yoshi!”. He got out of his kart and pointed to the back bumper. It was caved in and had a shell imprint. Red shell must’ve hit him. Yoshi grumbled and sighed.