My Owner's Mistake

by cleffalover (through the eyes of a Quiggle)

Hi, my name's Henna and I'm a Quiggle. I am going to tell you a story about my old owner's worst mistake ever. It all happened when I was very young: I remember playing with my Toy Train. My owner walked up to me, picked me up, and threw me into the air. I giggled playfully.

"Oh, Henna, your the best pet ever," she said.

She and I had a real close bond. I knew that we would always stay together- that is, until that afternoon. "Henna, my sister is very ill. I have to go take care of her until she gets better," she said. My face fell. How long would it take? "I am going to be gone for about a week, maybe more," she said. "I decided to have my new friend Neosit you. Don't worry, he seems very nice."

I couldn't believe it. My owner was going to leave me with a strange man for a week. I didn't feel comfortable. The next morning, my owner was gone. She left me a note on my night stand next to my bed. This is what it read:

My dearest Henna,

I'm sorry I had to leave before you woke up. My bus was leaving in ten minutes, so I had to rush over to the station. My friend will be over at around 10:30 in the afternoon. Don't worry about letting him in, I gave him the password to our house.

Lots of love,

Mom

I had tears running down my cheeks. She didn't even wake me up to say good-bye. I decided to go downstairs and make myself some Hot Cakes and Milk. After I finished, I decided to go in the living room and watch TV. I noticed on the couch what looked like a small gift. I looked at the name tag and it said: To Henna. It was kind of small, but I opened it quickly. It was a Beautiful Golden Ring! I put it on my finger right away. It already looked stunning on my blue skin. I ran upstairs and put it in my trinket box. It was was about 10:20 am when I was in the living room again, when I heard a muffled voice say, "Jombo," which was our house password. I decided to make the best out of the week with my Neositter, so I greeted him with a smile.

"Hi," I said. "I'm Henna. Are you my Neositter?" He was a tall, thin man, with a long crooked mustache and a stubby beard. He wore brown trousers with a black shirt, and a black ski hat. I didn't like the looks of the guy.

"Yeah, I'm your Neositter And I don't want to hear anything outta you, okay?" he said loudly. He had a deep, booming voice, and he sounded scratchy.

"O-okay," I said.

I was taking my afternoon nap, and I heard a lot of noise downstairs. I decided to investigate. I slowly crept down the stairs, and I saw the Neositter He was putting some of my owner's stuff and putting it into a large brown bag.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

He looked at me, startled. "Nothing, now go back to bed," he said.

"It looks like your stealing my owner's stuff!" I yelled. I was getting scared.

"Yeah, okay, you're right, kid. I am taking your owner's stuff. But it isn't MY fault your owner was stupid enough to give me your password. It was like she was giving this stuff to me," he said, with a wicked smile on his face.

Now I knew this guy was bad. I ran up to my room and hid under my bed. Later, I heard him coming upstairs. First, I heard him going through my owner's drawers, stealing her possessions, no doubt. Then I heard my door open. Oh, no, I thought, now he's gonna steal MY stuff! I watched his feet go over to my night stand. Then I heard him go over to my closet, and he picked up my Electronic Pocket Game and put it in his bag. That was my Christmas present! Then he went over to my desk, and opened my trinket box.

"Ooh, that'll sell for a pretty penny," he laughed.

I was under my bed crying softly. He took my Golden Ring! I thought. I was so sad I crawled from under my bed and looked up at him.

"You big meanie, gimme back my ring!" I yelled.

"Oh, yeah? You want it back? Well, you are never going to get anything back. Not even your pathetic owner," he said.

"What?!" I cried.

I didn't know what he meant. But later, I did. He forced me to come outside and into his old station wagon. He didn't tell me where we were going, and for obvious reasons, I didn't want to know. We pulled up to a small building, reading "Neopian Adoption Agency" on the front in giant blue letters. Now I knew what was happening. I was getting abandoned. We walked up to the front desk, where an ugly old woman was sitting. Next to her was a happy looking Blumaroo.

"So, how can I help you?" asked the woman, her name tag reading Ms. Worley. She looked at me with hate in her eyes. I whimpered and backed away. She laughed.

"I want to abandon this little brat," he said with a smile.

"Okay," said Ms. Worley, "I'll give ya 100 NP for her."

"Deal," my "Neositter" said.

Ms. Worley grabbed my hand and dragged me through a door. Inside, there were what looked like thousands of crying pets. She shoved me in a cage, and I spent 5 miserable weeks there, until....A young boy looking for a Quiggle adopted me, and I have been with him ever since. I still miss my old owner, and I always will, but I love my new owner. And the moral of this story is: just say NO to Neositting!

The End

Author's Note: Hi, I'm cleffalover, and I hope you liked my story. I wrote it on behalf of the Guild I belong to, The Anti-Neositting Guild. We are trying to rid Neopia of all Neositting If you aren't yet in a guild, and also want Neositting to stop, please consider joining this Guild. As I write this, we have 14 members. And if you have any questions about this Guild, Neomail the leader of The Anti-Neositting Guild, queen_neherenia. Thank you.