The Pooters from Pooty Pond

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.

Ferald In The Water

 

Sometimes, Ferald likes to discover something new and sometimes something new isn't found on land. I would say that this ferret is a pretty good swimmer, and that he enjoys venturing down into deep waters—where there are various creatures whom look nothing like himself. Ferald can see the turtles and the dolphins shimmering in the water from afar. He admires the various sea creatures, from the seahorse to the jellyfish. Perhaps he’ll make a friend or two down there. There are so many creatures swimming about, you can loose your way in a school of goldfish. The current takes you where it wants you to go. And all that you can do is hope for the best, that it takes you where you wanna go. However, it seems someone or something has its eyes on Ferald. This is his domain and he knows it well. This creature of tentacles and no fins, isn’t looking to make friends with land dwellers.

Above And Below

 

Here's a watercolor painting that I did entitled Above And Below.

Ferald's Frantic Fish

There are boundless streams, ponds, lakes and rivers swirling around throughout Woodzley. I can assure you, that it won't take long before Ferald finds an adventure amid its waterways. Usually, he allows nothing to stand between him and having a little fun, but even in shallow waters...there's always one or two frantic exceptions to the rule. Swim pass the floating twigs, the lily pads and the seaweed all rolled into a cluster. Go ahead, splash around and feel the soothing water trickle down your face. Just don't fall in...thinking that the native fish will take kindly to your untimely visit.