Most people are often wondering, Poogles are so cute, and sweet, but where
did they come from? How did they get here? Today, this and a whole lot more
will be figured out in: The History of the Poogle.
It all started a long, long time ago, where there were only ten or nine different
types of pets. Chias were singing and dancing, Acaras were happily whistling,
and Blumaroos were bouncing around.
A young Neopian, by the age of nine, one day wished to create a pet of his
own. This Neopian's name happened to be Helcer.
Helcer was playing with his brand-new Yellow Chia Plushie when he wondered
what it would be like to create his very own NeoPet. I'd be able to create its
name, and what it looks like, and it would get named after me! Helcer thought.
He smiled. Then went out on search for a famous scientist, but the only one
he could think of was, oh my, it's too horrible, I cannot say the name, but
yes, Frank Sloth's dad's dad's dad's mum.
Reginia Sloth was not as awful (terrifying) and just plain old mean as Frank
Sloth. She was even worse!
Helcer had remembered being told by his Mum, "Helcer, you must never, ever
see Reginia Sloth," she had warned, "For she is more mightier than a Wand of
the Air Faerie, and more wicked than a Rod of Dark Nova. She even has one!"
But being a curious, and interested little Chia, Helcer this time, didn't listen.
Once he reached Regina's hut, Helcer heard shrill screams from little Acaras
and Blumaroos, and no, he even heard the cry of a little Quiggle!
Okay, Helcer thought to himself, I must go in. I have to! I need
to make my own NeoPet, and name it, Helcer! Helcer knocked softly on the
door. Regina answered in a jiffy - Helcer couldn't stand the warts and the pimples.
But he wasn't about to be rude.
"Hello, Miss Reginia, Ma'am," he said, "I am here on a count of your knowledge.
You see--"
"Get out," Reginia interrupted, her voice hoarse and scratchy.
"But please, I'll do anything," Helcer pleaded, "I'll give you all of my Neopoints!
I'll-I'll--"
"Come in, my boy," Regina rasped.
Helcer stepped into the small hut. There were pots and potions everywhere.
Helcer stared at everything, reaching his hand out to leave sticky fingerprints
out on everything.
"Don't touch anything!" Regina shouted. "You'll ruin my potions!"
Helcer quickly put his hands behind his back. "Sorry," he said.
Regina smiled, forgetting about the whole thing. "So, Child, tell me, why did
you come?"
"Well, you see, I've always been a shy little Chia. Everyone under estimates
me. So I want to make a new NeoPet, and name it 'Helcer!' I'll be rich and famous,
and--"
"I believe I can help," Regina said. "But we can't name it Helcer."
Helcer wasn't up to asking questions. "Oh. Okay. Can I create a pet now?"
Regina stared at Helcer thoughtfully. "All right, child, but it will cost you,"
she said.
Helcer looked at Regina hopefully. "How much?"
"Hmmmm. Let me check my spells book." She walked over to a table. On the table
sat a brown leather book. She opened it to the middle. "Ahhh, let's see... Making
NeoPets Men, Making NeoPets Magical, Making NeoPets, Melting NeoPets... Oh!
Making NeoPets! Just passed it. Ahh, let's see... Yes, you must give me 50,000
Neopoints."
Helcer sighed and reached in his wallet. That was all he had. Fifty grand.
Then, he thought about how rich he'd be once he made his NeoPet. And everyone
would know him. He handed the witch his only 50,000 Neopoints.
"Thank you, Child," Regina said. "Now we shall begin. We'll start easy. Do
you want a cute or mean NeoPet?"
Helcer hadn't thought of that. "Hmmm," he said, "I think I want a cute, nice
one."
Regina nodded. "Okay." She threw some special dust into a pot. "Furry, rough,
smooth, or bald?"
Helcer hadn't thought of that either. All he had thought about was being famous.
"Smooth."
Regina asked Helcer more questions; How many feet/arms did it have? Did it
walk or crawl? Were its ears sticking up or floppy?
When Helcer finally finished the questions, Regina had a little dust left.
"One more question," she said, "what will you name it?"
Helcer remembered he couldn't name it after himself. He wanted to be original.
"Hmmmm," he said, "I think I'll name it a..."
"Hurry up!" Regina shouted, "you're wasting my time! Hurry before I decide
to za--"
"Poogle," Helcer said. "I want to name it a Poogle."
Regina shrugged. "Okay. If that's what you really want." She threw in the last
bit of dust, and a figure started to form over the pot.
The pot began to rumble and shake. Potions began to fall from shelves. Books
flew.
"Oh no!" Regina cried. "My potions! My books! My home!"
Helcer was so frightened, he wanted to run out of there. When the rumbling
stopped, Helcer could make out the figure. A yellow creature sat near the pot.
The creature was the one he'd made!
Helcer hopped onto the Poogle and rushed out of Regina's house, riding it.
"Thanks!" he called. "G'bye!"
Helcer steered the Poogle to a science lab. In the lab sat a red Grarrl. "What
do you want?" he bellowed.
"Sir," Helcer said, "I want to show you a new pet I created."
The Grarrl turned around and stared at the Poogle in astonishment. "We've got
a new pet!" he declared. "I'll make duplicates right away!" He made only 50,000
duplicates. That was how much he made this year.
The Grarrl never mentioned Helcer. | 
