I made a video of the little red guy. There is a story behind him. He has been with us for 11 years now. He has been lost and found again. He has had many adventures. I am going to re-enact some of his adventures, and see if I cant captures some of the adventures he continues to have. Dude is Cwaaaaaaaaaaazyyy insane with the things he does. Why, just tonight he was riding on the back of puffy. She loved it im sure!!!  I almost got a capture of it, but oh silly me,, forgot to turn the camera on. Hey!  Im new at this.

Redman, the frogs, the butterflies and the storm trooper all sat around while Obi-1 began his tale of how Redman lost his arms.

It all began one night several years after Redman was born. You see, the Redman was made with arms. He also came with a few other accessories: A helmet, a belt, and a weapon to name just a few. Redman began losing his parts almost immediately after birth and things kept going missing until he landed up the way he is today.

Redman’s first trip to the great outdoors saw him lose his weapon in a battle with an army of matchbox cars. They were possessed by maximum overdrive car spirits and landed up destroying Redman’s sword during the battle in sandbox pits. Yes that is what he was carrying. It was a bright blue sword that could morph into a laser beam. Redman didn’t even have a chance to slay anything with his sword before the army of cars, trucks and even a few tractors demolished his sword/laser weapon by having quick sand suck it up. It was never seen again. Back inside the house Redman went and without his sword, he landed up being shelved for a few months. He sat there and yearned for attention, but his being weaponless really put a damper on anything he could do.

Finally, a neighbor kid came over and took Redman down off the shelf. However, it was only because he wanted his helmet to use it for another. Redman fought for his helmet but since it popped off easily since his head was shrinking from non-use, he landed up losing his helmet, and then he was magically transported into a drawer in another area of his house. Still equipped with belt and all limbs, Redman felt safe enough and he lived in this drawer for a few years. As soon as he started to develop a more up close and personal relationship with a stapler, the boy found him in the drawer. He had Redman’s helmet with him, and 3 new friends. A green, A blue and a White. Redman did not like the White Ranger because he was getting almost all of the attention (he had the most accessories and the most powers) but he was happy enough to be included once again, and soon forgot about his girlfriend, the stapler.

Redman went through hundreds of battles with his other Rangers and learned many skills, the least of which was how to take their accessories and use them. He became more nimble than the others, and he was the most daring. He would dive off cliffs, ride on the backs of dangerous animals and hide in deep caves of towels. He loved to fly and landed on many roofs around his home town. He could swim without sinking and soon his head started to open a bit and that would keep his helmet on longer. Redman landed up being torpedoed into a tree during one battle and he remained there over the winter months. When the frost and snow melted, one of his arms was frozen to his side. In an attempt to save him, the boy ripped off the arm and a piece of his shoulder came off with it. Emergency surgery, glue and 20 minutes later, Redman’s arm was semi-healed. It lasted for another summer, but several battles into that fall saw Redman’s gimped arm eaten by a giant dog who was just visiting.

Redman didn’t care. So what if he only had one arm. He still had his belt and his helmet was snug because his head had really start to come apart with all the knowledge that he had learned. Redman was happy enough with his accessories and was just getting used to having just one arm when Christmas rolled around. He knew that there would be others, and he would have to protect his things. Sure enough, others came and during a raid, Redman lost all his gear. The other rangers were kidnapped to a far away place, and once again Redman was shelved only this time, he had no accessories and no arm.

He remembers this one awful time he was almost thrown away, and the boy came to his rescue. The boy said that it didn’t matter that he was a little banged up; he was a worthy soldier and should remain on the shelf. That is where Redman remained for what seemed like eons. Then one day, Redman pushed himself off the shelf with his one remaining arm to try to get the attention of the boy. The boy saw him jump off the shelf and knew right away there was a reason why he kept him. Redman was special and that is when Redman and the boy became best friends. He started to take Redman everywhere he went. Redman went with him to school, to the park, visiting, to sporting events, movies and even traveling. Redman found a comfortable place in all the boy’s pockets. Where ever the boy went, Redman was there as well. Redman had many, many adventures during the day, and then at night he was put safely into his spot on the boy’s pillow where he slept. Some days he was washed and dried, but that didn’t happen often. Mostly he was with the boy and soon Redman forgot what the shelf looked like and life was joyous; even with the one arm.

Christmas rolled around again and to Redman’s dismay, there moved in one of those robotic tractors that chewed things. Redman tried to protect his only remaining limbs, but in an attempt to save his legs, one of his arms was tragically chewed off by the new truck. Naturally, the boy had it repaired. Surgery, glue the whole nine yards, but just like the first arm, Redman knew it wasn’t going to last. Especially since the boy had used some kind of tape that made it impossible for Redman to move his re-attached arm. That summer Redman went to the lake as he usually did and his taped up arm went along as well. At one point, it was removed for a long time, but re-taped again. With fresh tape on, Redman went for a swim and tragically his tape fell off and then his arm. He watched as it floated to the bottom of the lake, and then watched some more as the boy smiled at him and liked him better with NO arms. He didn’t even bother to dive for Redman’s drowned arm and there really wasn’t anything Redman could do about it. Redman was now completely armless. The good thing about it for Redman was that now that he had no arms at all, the boy was even more attached to him.

Obi looked around at everyone watching him and said. Well. That is really how Redman lost his arms. Redman looked at the crowd and smiling through his masked helmet-less face added, yep, that’s how it happened. The purple frog piped up and said, “so, where’s the boy now?”

Redman looked at Obi and Obi said. That’s another story…

Once upon a time there was a Redman who had no arms. Even though he was armless, he still had friends, because he knew that it did not matter what you look like, it’s what is inside that counts, and he still had his soul.

Redman was having some trouble at school because there was a gang of bullies there who kept on harassing him. Day in and day out they were there to constantly bicker and complain. They made up things about why he had no arms, and just basically did whatever they could to make fun of Redman.

Redman tried to fend them off by proclaiming he was just a Redman and just trying to get through school, as difficult as that was with no arms. They kept on. Redman then tried to ignore them, but the non-bullies who he did not ignore them would laugh at their rude comments and it was just as if they were not ignored anyway, and they just kept on. Redman tried bullying them back, but then he felt just as dumb as they were, so he stopped that pretty quickly. Finally Redman just quit school. He could take it no longer and he decided he was going to be home schooled from now on, from this moment forward.

Two weeks of home schooling and Redman began to miss his arms. I mean his friends. He called obi-one and asked him if he would like to join him for a study group. Obi-one said sure and that he wasn’t busy. He asked if he could bring along the storm trooper who was keeping him company. Redman welcomed them both.

While Redman waited for Obi-One. He heard a knock at the door and discovered the Frog family had come for a visit as well. He quickly invited them in and told them that obi-one would soon be there, and they could get down to some serious studying.

Redman and the Frogs waited patiently for their pewter friends – Obi and the storm trooper. While they waited, a few butterflies dropped in. They began fluttering around and after completely exhausting themselves they all fell asleep on the floor of Redman’s house. That is where they were when Obi and the trooper arrived. Redman invited them inside and asked Obi if he would lead today’s lesson. Obi agreed.

So, with sleeping butterflies, and attentive frogs, Redman listened with great interest as Obi began to tell the story of how Redman really lost his arms.

But that is another story….

When I first realized that I was alive it was very dark. I could not see anything and I could not hear anything either. I wasn’t sure if I had arms or legs; I didn’t know anything about myself. I knew I was awake, and I wondered if I was blind and deaf because that would explain why I couldn’t hear or see anything. I am not sure how long I stayed like that but it felt like a long time. Then all of a sudden my world began to tremble and a bright light appeared. Is there an Earthquake? Was that a light bulb I just seen? As all these questions tumbled through my mind as I was suddenly grabbed and hauled up into the light.

I do believe that some sort of giant hands picked me up. They felt like giant hands; I could not see them. I was scared and I closed my eyes, did I have eyes? I still wasn’t sure. I felt myself moving through thin air, I had no arms to be able to hold onto those giant hands that held me, so I prayed those hands didn’t let go. For some reason I sensed that if I fell, it was a long way down. I continued to move along through the air when I felt the giant hands fingers move their way under what I thought were probably my arms. The fingers grabbed me and held me firmly in place. It was a comfortable fit – like those fingers were meant to belong there.

The next thing you know, the fingers are putting pressure on the under side of what I was hoping were my arms and pushing outward. When my arms moved outward, my legs did too. I felt like I was being forced to do a jumping jack by these giant hands. Suddenly when it felt like I could move my arms out no further, the hands pushed them back and my legs snapped together making a quick sharp sound. Wow! What was that! I sensed I had just done something great, but I wasn’t sure what that was.

The giant hands pushed my arms out again. Oh here we go I thought. I guess it is exercise time. I prepared myself to do another jumping jack. One, two, three jumping jacks later and I saw a huge piece of paper coming towards me. The giant pointed my feet towards the paper and the paper tried to sneak up past my feet. As soon as it did the giant grabbed the paper with my knees and held it in place. The paper started crying, “nooo, please don’t slice me.” Slice me? What was the paper talking about? The giant ignored the papers pleas and put the pressure down on my arms again. When the giant did this, my legs closed and I heard the sharp sound, except it had the distinct sound of a paper being sliced added to it.

The paper went silent and I felt awful. What had I done? I felt myself being laid down on top of a hard surface. There was still the bright light, but I could see shadow movements coming from the giants hands. The giant was manipulating the still silent paper. I wasn’t sure why the paper was no longer crying, but I had a good idea. I started to get scared and worried that I had done something wrong. As if something had heard my thoughts, I was nudged on the side and I turned to see a tall bottle standing next to me. The bottle was tall and round, and had a pointed head that looked like it was able to twist off. There was a gooey white substance coming out of the top of the bottles head. The body of the bottle held a label, and it suddenly occurred to me that I could not read. The bottle looked down to me and said “don’t worry young lad, the paper is fine.” I sighed with relief. How did the bottle know the paper was fine? I asked him and surprisingly I could talk. He responded and said, “The giant is making something pretty with the paper, and you have helped to create something lovely.”

Well, that made everything all better for me and now I felt great. I started doing some jumping jacks out of pure excitement and the bottle asked me to settle down before I freaked out the giant. I settled down and waited to see what would become of the paper, sitting quietly next to the bottle. What am I?