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The Plushie Kacheek
Full of stuffing, stuffed with joy,
The Plushie Kacheek is
More than a toy.
The most faithful friend, without fail,
It wears its heart on its sleeve,
Its ears, and its tail.
Knit and stitches,
Sewn and patched,
For loving friendship,
It can't be matched.
Seams in cotton,
Colours a muddle,
And ever right there,
Perfect to cuddle.
With a nature as soft as soft ever gets,
The Plushie Kacheek is
The gentlest of pets.
There to hug away all of your fears,
With its heart right on its sleeve,
And its tail and its ears.
Trudging farmers aren't aware
That there are many kinds of rain;
They're more inclined to reserve their care
For getting home again.
Barley, rye, grains, and wheat
Drown beneath the rain.
They don't hear the drum and beat
That pounds on the country lane.
Townships crouch, stolidly,
Under many kinds of rain.
Swampy water soaks the streets
And trickles down the drain.
Most badly wronged are Symols;
They have most cause to complain.
For water always fills their holes,
No matter what the rain.
The Golden Pteri
What is that noise?
Is it only the breeze?
Or is it the rustling of
The slow-swaying trees?
But no, it's the flapping
Of great, feathery wings:
The sounds of a Pteri,
As it flies and it sings.
He is a large, intimidating creature,
And so majestic too,
With plumage that glows softly,
With a deep golden hue.
And with a clatter of coins
That roll slowly your way,
You know that this is no ordinary Pteri
Whom you've met this day.
No, he's the king of all Pteris:
The famed Golden Pteri, it's true,
And if you are kind to all Pteris,
Then he'll show favour to you!
The Chia Dream
The hazy surreal dream quality surrounds me
As I scamper and scuttle
In seven league strides over
The dunes of the Lost Desert, and
I find myself
Too quickly back where I started.
I am as tall as the sky and
A thousand Draiks bring me a platter of food.
For me? Why, thank you. Give Fyora my thanks.
Tomatoes round and ripe. Lemons and limes too.
Blueberries roll around a glistening
Bunch of grapes. Succulent.
I slowly sit down. Carefully prepare
To dine on the border of Meridell and Brightvale.
Tomato in hand. Mouth open. Teeth gleaming.
My tomato blinks and speaks.
Soon the rest of my lunch breaks into loud chatter.
It's good I did not feast, for I dine with Chias.
Suddenly, with this realisation,
I shrink. Smaller, smaller. Dwarfed by the grapes
Who sprout strings and float away.
Chia balloons bear me aloft
Higher into the inky skies of Neopia
Until I am less than a speck.
As I fly, begin to glow.
I am too high for anyone to save me now,
But I am not afraid for I shine
Like the stars. My balloons disperse,
And I remain suspended in space. I twinkle with
Starry Chias until the sun chases away my dream.
In a realm that wobbles with every quake,
A mere tumble could put your life at stake;
But this doesn't deter this young Blumaroo --
In fact he's been bouncing all afternoon!
Far from the safety of shelter and home,
He yearns to explore the jellies unknown,
For such wonders and sights here may be found;
He has only to bounce up! Up, and then down.
Up and then down, from the sky down to ground,
Adrenaline and euphoria both here abound.
Of course, once he's up, an issue arises;
He had better land well to avoid dark surprises!
Unfortunately for him, there are deadlier ones
That lurk these lands, and devour little Blums.
Watch now the shadow that falls over him;
A heavy black shape -- a Pterodactyl wing!
With wheels on his heels our Blumaroo now flees,
Though exhaustion fights hard to buckle his knees.
The pillars of jelly now far and few between,
Each one serving as a mini jelly-trampoline.
"Please, Pterodactyl! Spare me my life!
I'm a mere jelly Blumaroo, bacteria-rife!
Don't devour me now, after all I have done;
I only bounce here in search for good fun!"
His voice is hoarse and his movements so slow,
But above him the beast hears his tale of woe.
After a pause she stops and turns a great eye;
Looking at our Blumaroo, she begins to softly cry.
"Blumaroo, you think I'll make a meal of you?
That is the very last thing I would do!
I merely thought this chase was good fun;
I enjoy watching your jelly legs run.
"It was not my intention to dine on you, dear --
I'm a vegetarian now, for nigh on one year!
I saw you bouncing and hoped to befriend.
I apologise, I do, and hope you comprehend."
Finally the Blumaroo relented, hopping on one leg,
Grinning quite wide as he confidently said,
"Oh my! How hilarious! How wrong I have been!
I thought for you I'd be five-star cuisine!"
The two were best friends from that moment on,
Until one night a hungry Skeith came along,
Took a look at Blumaroo and devoured him quick --
He left no tail and no snout, but ate every little bit.
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