A tragedy has happen here tonight. There is evidence of it all over the ground. Pieces and bits of bark that once made up the walls of Ferald's beloved Hollow Log House is all that remains. Unbeknown to Ferald, while he was out and about, someone or something completely demolished his home. It is a sad time for Ferald, he now has nowhere to live, nowhere to go. Ferald tries to live with his friends, but it's not the same, he misses his Hollow Log House. So he sits in the same spot, day after day and night after night, on top of a small hill where his house once stood. Something shines brightly in the night's sky, so bright, that it looks as if it's the only star shinning through the dark. It's moving in closer and it's no star. After crying himself to sleep, Ferald is visited by a bow-legged alien Qwiby, Ferald soon learns that his new celestial friend, has the power to make that which is broken whole again.
Sunday, November 25, 2012
Saturday, November 03, 2012
It sits on top of a small hill, designed and built by his own two hands, looking out over Woodzley like the eyes of nature, it's Ferald's beloved Hollow Log House. When Ferald first came to Woodzley when he was just a baby ferret. He grew up with the creative talent to build anything that he could draw on paper. One of the first things that he drew was a picture of a Hollow Log House, he knew that someday that picture would become his dream home--and with a little time and effort, it certainly has. Within this house, there's a living space fit for a ferret. There is a room for sleeping, a kitchen, a living room, a basement and much more. Ferald lives by himself, but he has plenty of friends and many things to do to keep him busy. He loves taking care of his home, Ferald is pretty good at fixing almost anything around the house, even on top on top of the house. He also has a garden where he likes to grows lettuce. Perhaps when Ferald finds the time, maybe he'll even paint his house, but for now, he thinks it's perfect just the way it is.
On a quiet and clear day, you can hear the song of a whippoorwill echoing throughout Woodzley, from one end to the other. This particular morning brings a singing whippoorwill, who seems to have a song at the ready to ring in the new day. From all around, Ferald can hear little wings flapping, and he can hear the rhythm of chirping noises getting louder--he looks up but the sun blocks his view. Ferald doesn't need to see who it is, he has already heard this song before, and he knows who it is--so he stops dead in his tracks. A moment after, Birzy comes swooping down, KA-PLUNK! Right on top of Ferald's head. Still chirping his song, Birzy looks down at Ferald, Ferald looks up at Birzy, they give each other a nod and together they continue on their way.
Saturday, October 13, 2012
Tonight's the night when Ferald's fears are put to an unforgettable test. There is a Valley of Rotten Pumpkins just at the edge of Woodzley. Where Ferald on a dare ventures out across this obscure land, as his friends watch too scared to join him. These pumpkins have sat in this valley for most of their lives, they do not like visitors of any kind. This valley is a deserted wasteland of rotten hope and dead dreams, and it is the only place that they call home. Always are their gooey insides turning like a tainted bowl of stew, always are they detached from the world outside of their own.
It is said that they are unable to move...unable to cause any harm...but nothing is further from the truth. Together they hold a dark secret, and when this secret is set in motion, it is felt the world over. Ferald is the first to ever cross path with their hidden secret, which is caused by a chain reaction, when the wick on their stem begins to mysteriously light by itself. Ferald watches in horror as each candle mysteriously sparks a light from one pumpkin to the next. It is when all of the candles are lit, like a beacon of fear that cuts through the dark, they summon a creature from underneath the valley that is so massive, that the tree that you see before you, is really a single hair follicle on top of its head.
RUN FERALD RUN! Now the pumpkins are evil decorations on the head of this Halloween Beast, that is now chasing a tiny yellow spot moving as fast as he can to save his own life. There is hope yet, as the creature cannot leave the sphere of the valley, it returns to the ground from which it came. And what of Ferald, he has proven to his friends that he is not afraid of crossing the Valley of the Rotten Pumpkins.
Sunday, September 16, 2012
It looks like it's going to be a busy day for Ferald. He's taking care of his little cousins Fe, Fi and Fo. Three soft bundles dressed in diapers, that's being held up by tiny suspenders. They seem to have Ferald's curiosity, wonder and sense of adventure. Ferald is pretty good with keeping them entertained, he has the whole day planned, from teaching them how to play with a Yo-yo to watching him perform a sock puppet shows. Later on, he'll take them to see Mr. Wiggly or maybe let them sit in Pozzum's favorite tree. Fi likes to ride his sister Fe around in his red wagon, which was given to him by Ferald, who use to play with it when he was his age. Fo enjoys the puppet show or pulling on Ferald's tail. When the day comes to an end, the little ones say their goodbyes, Ferald gives them a kiss on their nose. He becomes a bit sad when they have to leave and so do they. Numzi Plume takes them aboard his massive back and takes them home. Ferald waves to them--knowing they'll be back again real soon.
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
A strange new friend on familiar grounds. Could it be that a baby lizard is hiding and waiting for some insects to wander by, ready to gobble them up with his long tongue. One would think, but he seems to have his reptilian eyes set on a bigger catch. Now Ferald may be a small fellow himself, but he's certainly not worried about this tiny might gobbling him up. It appears that every time Ferald takes a short cut to Mr. Wiggly's place, this little guy is waiting amongst the willow grove, then he pops out his long sticky tongue and grabs the first thing that moves. He's a whimsical sort, and it's hard to tell what he's saying, because his tongue for the most part, is always dangling outside of his mouth. And because of this, Ferald has to whirl and twirl himself out of a sticky situation. Running away from him doesn't help, he's pretty swift for a little guy, and that long tongue will usually catch one before the chase even starts. So what's a ferret to do about his little situation. Well, usually Ferald would point the baby lizard towards some ants or termites, but the baby lizard doesn't like them, in fact, he's actually quite scared of them. But in the end it all works itself out, because all the baby lizard wanted from Ferald was a hug.
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Tuesday, November 08, 2011
They are the oldest living creatures in Woodzley. In truth, these Pooters have lived within this realm before the first tree ever grew root on its arable land. An almost silent herd rarely seen by the other inhabitants who walk among them from above. They dwell deep in a pond that's old as Woodzley itself. Far from the noise that echoes throughout these parts of everyday life. In a rare event, just once a year, they gather at the shallow end of their Pooty Pond. With their poot dispensers held high, they let out a blast of greenish mist. This mist not only gives their pond its green waters, but is use to hide themselves and their eggs from prying eyes. There is nothing toxic about their blast, but it does give off a very distinct (or foul) scent, that you can smell from the other side of Woodzley. Soon after their is a complete calm within their waters, not even a small wave to be found. It is at this time, they can become very aggressive towards anyone who breaks the calmness of their Pooty Pond. The slightest ripple from the legs of a fly can be felt by their sensitive and acute poot dispensers. Enter a certain ferret who likes to skip rocks across the water...and you have a story just waiting to be told.