If I was not myself--simple me--but something
else, something more interesting; not just a passive blob of yellow in the crowd,
but someone important, like a leader: who would I be? Would I be a rich Neopian?
Would I be the epitome of affluence? Would I be famous so that when other pets
see me walking down the streets of Neopia Central they stop and stare in awe,
and say, "Hey, isn't that Teddy? My, doesn't he look glamorous! I hear he's
just oozing in Neopoints but he donates half of what he makes to the Money Tree.
See, he made it big in the Neopian Stock Market and then turned to philanthropy,
at least that's what I heard. He's really a role model for us all, and so nice
too!"? And I would smile at everyone and be their hero. They would look up to
me. I would be important, if I was something else other than simple me.
I wouldn't even have to be one of the rich elite
of Neopia Central. Just consider the other possibilities. If I was King Skarl,
symbol of Meridellian pride and eighteen meals a day, everyone would come to
cheer me up since my job is so tough. And I could yell and shout and throw them
out of my court and get away with it all, because I was king. But while King
Skarl has power and a fat tummy, he lacks the charisma and physique of someone
like Jeran, Meridell's most glorious knight and a true hero. Now if I was him,
no enemy would be so fierce that my bravery and sword could not defeat. If parades
were held in my honour, I would smile at everyone and be their hero. They would
look up to me. I would be important, if I was something else and not a timid,
But if I was a brawny captain of a ship on the
high seas, maybe even a pirate, though I wouldn't have to be a pirate, I would
be brave then. I would have to be with those sea pets as my only company above
the vast depths of the open water. When those under me misbehaved--planned a
mutiny perhaps--I would be the one to bend them back into obedience so as to
continue on the journey. We would sail everywhere: to Krawk Island, and Mystery
Island, and Shenkuu, and the Lost Desert, if one can sail to a desert. In the
midst of the sea our ship would encounter violent squalls far away from any
port. Through the whip of the wind and the slash of the downpour, I would lead
everyone to cooperate and steer our ship towards the safety of land. It would
be difficult, but we would persevere through all. The sailing adventures of
my crew and my ship would become the stories in the books young Neopians have
read to them at bedtime, and then their dreams would be inspired by my reality,
if my reality was that of a sea captain.
But what if I was a spelunker? Do you know what
that is, Tibby? I read about it in a book once. It's someone who explores caves,
like Hannah the Usul. If I was a spelunker, I'd go to the Ice Caves below the
snowy surface of Mountain. I'd search for treasure and secrets in those frozen,
ancient chambers, and discover a hidden city, previously lost to the rest of
Neopia and now abandoned. While returning to the surface after a successful
day of exploring, a cave-in would block my passage with layers of snowy ice
and boulders so large that I would be unable to move them to get out. I would
wander the cold catacombs of the caves for another passageway to the surface
but would be unable to find one and end up lost and alone, trapped inside a
maze of ice. For days I would contemplate my awful fate while trying to escape
it, and eventually begin to actually accept it. But then when my strength would
have almost given out, you, Tibby, would dig through the rubble and pull me
to safety. The story would be on the front of the Neopian Times the very next
day, but only if I had been a spelunker closed up in an icy cave with no way
to get out instead of just a silly pet with an untamed imagination, sitting
in my warm Neohome with no likelihood of being closed up in it by boulders and
Yet if I had been a spelunker, after
my cave days were over I'd take my exploration farther then ever before: to
the cliffs of the other side of Neopia--no, to the moon above Neopia itself,
Kreludor. I'd become a master over its brutal terrain of craters and crevices,
all the while looking back at my beloved home planet and forward to the stars
beyond. Maybe one afternoon I'd be descending a deep, dark crater's edge on
the far side of the moon. My steady footing would abruptly fail me and I would
be falling down into the dark nadir of the crater. But then you, Tibby, would
be right there to catch my fall. The next day, news of our adventures and your
rescue would make us both heroes, and all the talk in the station on Kreludor
and at Virtupets would be of Teddy and Tibby--the greatest adventurers in Neopia
and the universe! That's how it would be, Tibby, if I was not so afraid of heights
and empty, open space.
If I had my choice, though, I think I'd do something
not as dangerous as climbing cliffs and exploring caves. I'd be a musician in
the Neopian Philharmonic. We'd play five concerts a week to sold-out audiences
at the Tyrannian Concert Hall. When I would play my clarinet solo everyone present
would be on the edge of their chairs, marveling at the melodious music emanating
through the entire auditorium. At the end of the piece there would be a standing
ovation. My face would beam under the bright lights, and I would become the
hero of some young pet who soon asks his owner for a brand new clarinet so that
he too can grow up to become a great musician: all of this if I could keep in
time, and if I could actually play the clarinet without sounding like an Elephante's
trunk blasting away a horde of bothersome Buzzers.
However, I wouldn't need a sold-out crowd or
a standing ovation if I were, say, a private detective. No, then I'd just solve
the seemingly unsolvable mysteries of the average Neopian, and receive their
kind, but small commendations for my help. That would be enough--for I'd take
pride in my excellent investigative abilities, my brilliant deductive reasoning,
and my passion for helping my fellow Neopians in need. Yes, I'd feel needed
then. I'd be important to someone if I was a detective and if I was something
more spectacular than myself.
But as it is, I'm just a boring yellow Tuskaninny
sitting here in my ordinary Wooden Chair, writing you this letter upon my basic
Wooden Desk. But if I was something--anything--else, I'd be AMAZING.
Your dear friend,
Teddy (something amazing!)
P.S. -- Tibby, just one more thought. After
thinking again about what I would be if I could be something different, I'm
thinking now that you probably wouldn't like me if I was somebody else. I doubt
that even I would like myself if...
Well, I shall be content by being nobody else
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|The Wrong Wish|
As we walked on, I saw a few Peophins playing in a pool. I stopped and stared.
I loved Peophins. More than anything in Neopia, I wanted to be a Peophin...
"...Don't you think he’d be better off with another owner? A rich one? One who could really give him a life?"