The Orange Fuzzle Dilemma by lady_brookelynn |  |
NEOPIA CENTRAL - There are many things in Neopia that one should worry about,
however marginally, like the Dark Faerie Jhudora, the Shadow Government, multiple
types of illness, and Punchbag Bob. But there is one who strikes deep, personal
fear in my heart...
Imagine my deep and incredible delight to find, on my first day at Neopets,
a newbie pack - I was incredibly grateful, because at the time, I had nothing.
Opening it, I found many great things, including an orange fuzzle. "Joy!" I
thought to myself, "My first toy!" And I handed it to my new-born Wocky to play
with.
Over the next few months I gathered more pets, and equally more toys, but none
was more loved that my orange fuzzle, who I lovingly referred to as Bob. And
then, a shadow passed across my bright happiness, as my first encounter with
the Pant Devil came.
I was blissfully playing a round of "Wheel of Excitement", when it landed on
a little blue creature, known simply as, the Pant Devil. Out of nowhere he came,
smiling evilly, and snatched Bob out of the hands of my poor Poogle, and disappeared.
All of my pets began to cry out, and I myself felt a small empty whole inside,
and wondered what to do next. Trying to calm my pets, I assured them we would
go buy a new orange fuzzle, and though we all knew it wouldn't be the same,
it was something we would have to live with. Plus we figured we would soon find
our new orange fuzzle, now named Fred, in as ragged a state of love as poor
Bob. We were wrong.
Fred still had the new store smell, having not been with us long, but growing
on us, he was taking a walk with us one day. I had gotten into the habit of
taking Bob with me everywhere, he had a calming effect, a safety net feeling,
and I believed that once properly broken in, Fred would give off the same feeling.
On this chilled autumn day, my pets and I wandered the market streets, when
a blur of blue moved in the corner of my eye, and the Pant Devil was there,
that same evil smile on his face, and Fred was taken from me now, just as Bob
before him. I watched the Pant Devil disappear with my orange fuzzle, and felt
truly saddened. I assured my pets we would get another one, and Morganitiana,
my Wocky, told me it was okay, they all understood. But they didn't, how could
I explain to them the feeling I had of loss? The orange fuzzle occupied a spot
next to my bed, reassuring me, in it's orange fuzziness, that everything would
be fine, for the orange fuzzle, with all it's cuteness, was my favourite toy.
For this reason, I was determined not to let that little blue creature take
away my simple pleasures, for if not for those, what do we have? The next day,
I headed to a second hand shop, thinking to skip the breaking in stage, but
really, deep in my mind, I wondered if I weren't really picking up Bob, or Fred,
that perhaps I'd found him. But of course, there was no way to know.
This incident, I'm sad to say, has happened twice since the loss of Fred. Every
time I get a new orange fuzzle it is stolen from me by the blue creature of
my nightmares.
I have a friend who bought me a green fuzzle as a consolation gift, thinking
perhaps it would break my bad fuzzle luck. The only problem is, it's just not
the same. Nothing against the green fuzzle, but it's not my orange fuzzle. Truth
be told, I didn't even like orange before my fuzzle came to me. I had another
kind friend, who gave me two orange fuzzles, one which I keep in a safety deposit
box, just in case, both of which I still owned upon writing this, both safe,
and loved. My poor pets think I have gone mad, and are slightly touchy when
the subject is brought up. Even now they sit, watching me write, wondering what
the point is. I shall now tell you the point, to remind you all to watch out
for your small treasures, because in the end they make up a large part of you.
I greatly miss Bob, and still hope I'll walk into a second hand shop, and see
him sitting there, ready to be loved by my pets and I once more. But until then,
I sigh, looking out my window, and wonder, just what it is the Pant Devil wants
with all those orange fuzzles anyhow. |
