Ferald and Birzy

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.    

Ferald's Little Cousins

It looks like it's going to be a busy day for Ferald. He's taking care of his little cousins Fee, Fi and Fo. Three soft bundles of joy dressed in diapers and suspenders. They seem to have Ferald's sense of curiosity, wonder and his knack for 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. Fee likes to ride his sister Fo around in his red wagon, which was given to him by Ferald, who use to play with it when he was his age. Fi 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 that they'll be back again very soon. 

Pozzum Hanging Upside Down

There's a tree that sits in the middle of Woodzley. It's not a very wide tree nor is it very tall. It doesn't even have many leaves on it and it's kind of small. But none of that really matters to Pozzum, she loves it just the same. There's even a little mailbox beside it that bears her very name. Not a day goes by, when she doesn't smile, at someone passing by.  She enjoys spending time, watching the clouds intertwine, it brings a twinkle to her eyes. Just hanging around, with her feet off the ground, and looking at the world turned upside down. In all of its many splendors, Pozzum's favorite tree always gives her something fond to remember. Even when her branches begins to shake, from the bad times from her pass mistakes, she still manage to crack a smile somehow. It's more than likely, if she's smiling slightly, she's probably waiting for Ferald to come along any minute now.

Birzy and Wormzy

Birzy and Wormzy are not your typical good friends. You see, Birzy wants to find and eat a worm. But he doesn't quite know what a worm looks like. And Wormzy, he wants to avoid being eaten by a bird (a whippoorwill if you will), but he doesn't quite know what a bird looks like. These two go through life helping one another out whenever they can. If Birzy needs more sticks and twigs for his nest, Wormzy would be more than happy to gather some for him. If Wormzy needs to find a good mud hole to crawl into, Birzy would gladly spot one from above and let him know where it is. Their little adventures brings together two very different creatures in an unimaginable friendship. Fun is always at the forefront, togetherness is everlasting, in a mutual bond that cannot be broken.   

The question is, if Birzy and Wormzy acually knew what they were, how do you think this would effect their friendship?

Ferald Sleepwalking

Every so often, when Ferald is bored and lacking the attention that an upbeat and unruly ferret needs. He would scurry out of his hollow log house and into the night. He enjoyed pretending that he was sleepwalking to draw some attention to himself. It was Pozzum who usually followed a sleepwalking Ferald around, to make sure that he’s alright. With his arms stretched out in front of him, his eyes closed shut, he walked up and down over two small mounds and headed on his way. He followed a muddy path down by the river’s edge. He shuffled through the willow grove and onto the back of the sleeping turtle’s head. He marched under the hive of a bunch of grumpy bumblebees, he even walked around the grounds of Pozzum's favorite tree. Birzy, Kingston and Mr. Wiggly tried to wake Ferald up by yelling out his name. Hey Ferald! He just smiled, didn’t look back and ignored them all the same. When Ferald was pleased with all of the attention that he had just received. Ferald headed back home to his hollow log house, as a weary Pozzum followed behind him, she collapsed on his bed and fell asleep.

Ferald and Mizz Ladybug

Her name is Mizz Ladybug, and the sea of sunflowers that stretches clear across an entire field, all belongs to her. She attends to and nurses every single sunflower on her arable land. She is the Queen and there is no King...this is where she rules. So what does this have to do with Ferald? Well, those sunflowers are the crunchy kind that Ferald likes to eat. Not to mention, he likes to play among them and lose himself within the sunflower patch like a maze. When he finally finds his way out, he usually takes a nap, the big sunflowers make for a very shady resting place. But what of Mizz Ladybug, she'll have none of this. No  eating, no frolicking...and no napping at all near her flowers. So what's a ferret to do, simple, chase her away until she stops nagging? But for now, let's sit back and watch Mizz Ladybug reprimand Ferald.