Bujuurou

Bujuurou possesses the unwavering dedication of a venerable sentinel and the calamitous grace of a landslide. Their solemn duty is to patrol the bamboo groves of The Great Panda City, a task they approach with a fearsome scowl and their intimidating azure visor. Last week, that very visor led to what is now known as the Great Dumpling Incident. Believing a shadow was a lurking threat, they charged, fan unfurled. The shadow was, in fact, Panda, enjoying a quiet snack. Bujuurou tripped, their fan sending a cart of freshly steamed dumplings pinwheeling into the river. For a moment, the city was silent. Then Panda started laughing. Their mutton chops still quiver with indignation when they recall the sight of a hundred dumplings floating downstream.