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In the woods of Mystery Island
Nothing moves but the breeze,
Nothing is heard but the splashing of the seas,
And a Nimmo is sitting in the tallest of trees,
He handles a sword like a samurai,
He's more agile and quick than a small little fly,
But he can catch and eat one
In the blink of an eye,
He can balance himself on a volcano's rim,
Then leap across the gaping hole
Without falling in.
Every little Neopet wishes they were him,
He teaches his students
All the things that he knows
That were passed
Through generations of warrior Nimmos,
But no one has the skill
That the great Ryshu shows.
But behind all the fierceness
Lies a heart of pure gold,
There's a wonderful Nimmo
With a spirit that's bold,
He's kind and generous,
The stuff of legends of old,
Now he sits in the tree and takes out a pen
And writes on a scroll all the thoughts he takes in,
Then sighs as the scroll's taken up by the wind...
What Lurks Below
A new pet emerged the other day,
Another one to join the color fray.
But this one was strange,
Out of all knowledge's range,
And its origins impossible to say.
It bears tentacles all around,
And in the sea it easily picks up sound.
Its eyes glare yellow,
Scare many a fellow,
And no one will take it, not even the pound.
The question still lies, are there more?
Are they around the oceanic door?
What do they want with us,
Will they get along with us?
To this mystery we shall soon get to the core.
But until then we shiver with fear,
Clutching our petpets and small ones near,
For what lurks below has come above,
They might come in spite, maybe in love,
But I don't see the thought at all bringing cheer.
A Lonely Nimmo
On a heavy moss covered log she sits,
With every worry in the world.
The water of the shallow pond ripples,
And moves with sadness.
Not a friend in Neopia,
Not a petpet to be found,
Her eyes swiftly move,
Hoping that one day her owner
Will look at her with pride.
Nimmos are supposed to be happy,
And friendly, she thinks.
Closing her eyes, and humming to herself
The song her owner once sang.
She sways back and forth calmly, and peacefully.
Awaiting the friends she doesn't have,
Smiling at the owner she never sees.
She peers out at the happy Krawk friends,
Jumping and so happy.
That could be me, couldn't it?
She tries to convince herself.
Closing her eyes, to look closely
Into her soul, to find happiness,
A soft touch on her wet shoulder,
A sudden jump, and a smile across her face.
Her owner smiles, and introduces
His new Neopet. She frowns,
Her owner asks why such sadness has come,
The Nimmo questions abandonment.
He shakes his head with confusion, and smiles.
Suddenly, he starts to sing in the sweetest voice
The one song she knew.
She's as silent as the Shadow Usul,
As honorable as the Pant Devil is wise.
My sneaky little Kau finds trouble,
In the dark corners of lies.
Swish! There shes goes again,
A swing of her tail
And my red apple has been a victim!
For there's a huge bite in it,
A laugh, a flicker, a yum!
Mocked the Snowager day after day,
Hissed at the evil Dark Faerie.
She does have guts, I have to admit,
For most male Neopets would find that scary.
This little misfit is my pride and joy,
Though she may be a handful.
I just stand my ground, and she'll back down,
For this Kau is no bull.
She might be unusual,
But hey, aren't we all?
Give her a chance to warm your heart,
And for her you'll fall.
A True Fisherman Tale
This here is a story,
you will never believe.
We were off the coast fishing,
and just about to leave.
As we pulled in our lines,
our thoughts were on docking.
I looked over the edge,
and what I saw was shocking.
What is this creature here,
this mutation I see?
Two shiny yellow eyes,
are looking back at me.
I thought it was an Acara
with skin a seaweed green.
I saw six tentacles,
I swear an awesome scene!
I looked to my brothers,
they were all staring, too.
By the time I glanced back,
our sighting was through.
We hurried to the docks,
with our story to wail.
We argued over size,
A true fisherman tale.
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