"HEY UNI! GET out of our way!"
A strong, shadowed hand reached
down and pushed Chester, the split Uni, into the mud. Chester stared angrily
at the laughing Lenny and his gang. The same gang that insisted on picking on
poor Chester all day, every day. Chester watched sadly as the Lenny signaled
for his "posse" to move on. They sped away on their bikes, kicking up clouds
of dust and dirt. Chester coughed as he sat dejectedly in the mud. How come
no one ever helped him? He raised himself up shakily on his legs, and headed
off towards home, where his siblings and owner would be waiting, ready to comfort
him.
Chester clip clopped up the
steps of his cozy NeoHome, pausing every now and then to scowl at the dirt and
mud that his hooves left on the clean white wood. He rang the bell, and waited
for his family to come answer it. He heard shouting, and happy voices coming
nearer to the door. It wasn't his owner who answered it, it was his little sister,
Sarah, a purple Blumaroo. Her cheerful smiled vanished the instant she saw Chester's
long face. Her long, floppy ears drooped, and she tried to find out what happened.
"Aw... what happened, big bro?"
Chester sighed deeply, heaving
his shoulders. "It was just Sladden and his gang again, Sarah. They pushed me
into the mud. Listen, tell mom that I've gone to take a hot bath."
He gently pushed Sarah aside,
and made his way up to the bathroom, picking up a water proof fuzzle on his
way. He ran the water, and sat down on the soft, cream rug, pondering his situation.
He stared at the fuzzle.
"I just don't understand!"
he said out loud, to no one in particular. "I don't get why no one likes me,
I mean, I'm painted!" He slammed his hoof down angrily on the floor. "Dumb old
Lenny, I don't get they keep picking on me!" He hung his head down and watched
as one solitary tear rolled down his face and on to the floor.
"Hey, don't cry buddy! You
got a lot more than they do..."
Chester's head snapped up.
"Who said that?" he asked worriedly. He looked around the small room, and stopped
his gaze upon the small, orange fuzzle sitting in the middle of the carpet.
Chester gulped, and bravely ventured out his hoof, giving the fuzzle one small
tap on the head.
"Whoa there! No need to get
violent!" Chester yelped and jumped back, the fuzzle had talked! Chester's voice
shook with fear.
"Wh... why are you suddenly
talking to me?!"
The fuzzle seemed to contemplate
the question. "Uh, I don't really know, I'm not a talkative person."
"So, you didn't talk to me
before because you're not a talkative person?"
"No, I only talked to you
now because you needed comforting, and I figured that you wouldn't be able to
hear me anyway."
Chester was intrigued. "So,
you can only talk to me? Or can only I hear you?"
"Only you can hear us! You
have a special gift, and only few people have it. It's what we fuzzles like
to call, 'a sixth sense'."
Chester's eyes opened wide.
"Wow! I'm the only one who can talk to fuzzles!"
The fuzzle was annoyed. "NO!
YOU'RE NOT THE ONLY ONE! JUST ONE OF THE VERY FEW!"
Chester grimaced. "OK, OK.
I get it!"
"Good. Now if you excuse me
I'll go to slee--"
"Wait!' Chester cried. "Wait!
Would you be willing to do a small favour for me? Please?"
The fuzzle sighed. 'What?"
Chester grinned. "Could you
come to school with me tomorrow? I want you to scare some people."
"How and who?"
"Look, I just want you to
jump out of my backpack and scare the living daylights out of the Lenny, Sladden.
Then he'll stop bothering me!"
The fuzzle raised and eyebrow,
(well, if he had eyebrows then he would have) "And why should In do this for
you?"
Chester grinned. "Because
if you don't, you'll be getting an extra special playmate today, oh, what was
his name? Mr. Doglefox!"
The fuzzle gulped, (if fuzzles
could gulp) and gave in. "All right, all right. I'll scare your silly friend!
Besides, I suppose that you have been pretty nice to me, I mean you chose to
buy me over a nice plushie or something. But what makes you think that I can
move on my own free will, let alone jump out and scare someone?"
Chester's jubilant face fell.
"Can you?"
"Yes. I was just teasing you."
Chester rolled his eyes. "OK
great. Now listen, here's what we do..."
***
Chester was on his way to school, only this time he wasn't slouching and hiding
like he usually did, instead he was prancing happily along, holding his head
up high! And of course, all of this self confidence attracted the attention
of Sladden and his gang, who wanted to burst Chester's bubble. Sladden pulled
his bike to a screech right in front of Chester, who simply smiled bravely and
put another hoof forward.
"Excuse me good sir, but I
think that you're blocking my way."
Sladden sneered at him. "And
why should I move?"
Chester smiled evilly, and
winked down at the fuzzle in his bag. "Oh, no reason... Simply because I have...
this!"
That was the signal, and with
a ferocious war cry, (if fuzzles had war cries) the brave orange fuzzle leapt
right on to Sladden and began to pummel him furiously. The fuzzles' weak hit's
were not what made Sladden faint on the spot, it was probably the mere sight
of that piece of orange fluff hurtling right at him. Chester daintily picked
up the fallen fuzzle in his mouth, and continued on his way to class. From that
day forward, Chester was known as "The fuzzle Uni" and no one ever bothered
him again. As for the fuzzle, he remained silent from that day after. It was
odd, wasn't it? After Chester's problem had been solved, the fuzzle never spoke
again, no matter how much Chester tried to make it happen. Maybe it wasn't really
a fuzzle at all....
The End | 
