A Thousand Miles
Green grassy hills flowed beneath his feet. In
the distance below him was a small copse of trees. He turned his head this way
and that but saw no one.
The sun smiled down at him. The blue sky stretched
its arms to hug the world. Fluffy, white clouds invited him to play.
Ruff ruff ruff arf.
The clouds nodded and smiled, drifting away lazily
on the breeze. He looked around him again, but again he saw no one.
Where had everyone gone? Maybe they were in the
trees. He trotted down to the trees below. A yellow flower stopped his path.
The yellow flower swayed left and right.
He complimented the flower. It smelled sweet.
All flowers smelled sweet, except for a stinky purple one he met once. That
was a long time ago. He couldn't remember it too well, but he wouldn't smell
purple flowers anymore.
The flower bowed and let him pass. He bowed to
the flower and trotted downhill. The trees waved their arms in greeting.
The trees waved off to the left. He looked to
the left and saw a small dirt path. He bowed to the trees in thanks. He learned
not to lick them. It made his tongue feel funny, and the trees did not like
it when he scratched them.
The path disappeared behind a hill. Where did
it go? A footprint stared at him in the dirt.
He asked the footprint where its owner was. The
footprint pointed away down the path. He saw more footprints down the path.
Arf ruff ruff arf?
He asked the footprint where its family was going.
The footprint pointed away down the path again. He bowed to the footprint. He
learned not to scratch footprints. They didn't like that. Licking them was a
He trotted down the path, sniffing the footprint's
family along the way. Something disturbed the footprints. It was gray. He sniffed
it. It didn't smell. If it didn't smell, then it might not be squishy and icky.
He touched it with his front paw. It was jagged and rough, not squishy and icky
It did not reply. Maybe it was asleep. He licked
it. It was salty, but it did not wake up. Maybe it was dreaming. He liked dreaming.
It made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Maybe he was dreaming now.
He was not dreaming. In his dreams an Eyrie,
a blue Eyrie, always came when he called out for him. The Eyrie smelled like
family. Maybe he could go to sleep now and dream. No, he was looking for something,
someone. He didn't know who, but he'd know when he found that someone.
He trotted around the sleeping gray thing and
continued down the path. The footprints were still going somewhere. Footprints
had very large families. There was a family of smaller footprints following
him now. He felt proud that the footprints let him be their leader, but he didn't
know where he was going! The footprints didn't seem to mind.
The bigger footprints stopped at the long grass.
Why did they stop?
They pointed to the grass. What was in there?
The grass waved around. He poked his nose through.
There was more grass.
The long grass shuddered. Another head poked
out. It looked like his head. Was he looking at himself? He was green. Green
like the grass. His twin was black. His twin tilted his head.
His twin asked for his name. Did he have a name?
He didn't think so.
Arf arf ruff.
Did he have an owner? He didn't think so.
Arf arf ruff.
Did he want to play?
Ruff arf arf. Woof. Arf arf ruff. Arf ruff
It did sound like a lot of fun.
His twin disappeared into the grass. He followed.
The grass opened up to shorter grass. Next to his twin was a black Lupe. The
Lupe had a white stripe down his face.
Ruff ruff arf?
"Hey there, blackcairn," the Lupe said. The Lupe
didn't speak Sparde. "Who's your little friend?" The Lupe scratched his twin
between the ears. His twin seemed to enjoy it a lot.
Arf arf arf!
His twin ran around in circles.
"Do ya want the ball, boy? Do ya?" the Lupe asked.
The Lupe tossed a blue ball.
Arf ruff arf.
His twin invited him to join. His twin chased
after the ball. It bounced and rolled along the grass. He trotted up to the
The ball did not say anything.
Ruff arf arf. Arf ruff.
His twin told him that you played with a ball.
He jumped onto the ball. It rolled away.
Arf arf arf!
It was as fun as his twin said it would be.
"Pet! It's time to go home!" someone shouted.
He looked up. It was a green Scorchio wearing
a crown. The Scorchio's blue clothes looked so soft. He ran up to the Scorchio.
"Hello," the Scorchio said. He did not speak
Sparde either. "Are you a friend of blackcairn?" The Scorchio scratched between
his ears. It felt good.
The Lupe and Scorchio walked away. His twin trotted
away. Where were they going? He followed them. The grass disappeared. The footprints
had made their way over here. He followed where they pointed. The ground turned
gray and the footprints disappeared. He jumped on the ground. It was hard,.
It was not like dirt. Where did the footprints go? He sniffed around the edge
of the gray. They seemed to have gone underneath the hard gray. He dug under
the hard gray with his front paws. A green thing was wriggling in the hole.
It smelled like dirt.
The green thing asked who dug him up. He apologized
and covered it up again. Something brushed past him. It was a black Gelert.
The Gelert didn't hear him. He trotted after
the Gelert. The Gelert rushed through the crowds. His short legs could barely
keep up with the Gelert's longer legs. Soon, he lost the Gelert. He did not
know where he was. There were a lot of little Neopians around. He trotted over
to a grey Spardel. She didn't seem happy.
He wondered why she was sad. No one should be
She said that she just felt sad. He licked her
She said she felt better, but she still felt
sad. He trotted off and found a colorful pebble. He picked it up in his mouth
and brought it to her. It felt smooth on his tongue.
She said it was pretty, but it didn't make her
happy. He trotted off again. He found a red flower. It smelled sweet. He complimented
The flower nodded. He bowed. He took it by the
stem and pulled it out of the ground, careful not to hurt it too much. The flower
bounced up and down in the air. He trotted back to her. The flower tickled her
She said it was prettier than the stone, but
it didn't make her happy. He trotted off once more. He didn't know what he was
looking for, but he'll know when he found it. Something bumped into him. He
turned around. It was a Chezzoom. The Chezzoom had a big smile on its face.
The Chezzoom twirled and danced. He thought it was very happy.
He asked the Chezzoom why it was so happy. The
Chezzoom did not speak Sparde, but it understood him.
The Chezzoom followed him as he trotted back
to her. She was still sad. The Chezzoom tickled her with his ears and tail as
Chezzooms did with unhappy pets.
She said it tickled, but she was still sad.
The Chezzoom walked away. It could not cheer
her up. He wondered why the Chezzoom could still be so happy. The Chezzoom waved
around a stick.
Ruff woof woof.
The Chezzoom put the stick down in front of him.
It had wings. He had never seen anything like it, but it was pretty. Maybe it
could cheer her up.
The stick nodded and smiled. He picked up the
stick. It was the heaviest stick he ever carried. He dragged it along the ground.
He dragged it through a puddle. He was getting tired. He tugged harder. She
had to be happy. No one can ever be sad. A Babith bumped into him. He fell over
and the stick flew through the air. It hit her on the head.
Ar ar ar.
He begged for forgiveness and pulled the stick
off of her. The stick disappeared. He turned this way and that, but he couldn't
find it. He looked back at her. She was different!
She was happy! She bowed to him and flapped her
He watched her fly off. She twirled in the air
before she disappeared.
"What are you doing?" someone shouted at him.
It was a silver Gelert. "What did you do to my Spardel?"
The silver Gelert did not speak Sparde. He trotted
up to her. The silver Gelert's fur was shiny.
He was proud that he made someone happy.
"Go away!" the Silver shouted.
He did not understand. The silver Gelert walked
off. He followed. He lost the Gelert. He looked around and saw a wooden plank.
The plank went up.
The plank was made of wood and trees were made
of wood. He pawed the plank. The plank sounded hollow. Trees did not sound hollow.
The plank did not talk. Hollow wood did not talk. He decided to walk up the
plank. There was more wood. The floor was wood. Boxes were wood. This wood sounded
hollow. This wood did not talk. Hollow wood did not talk. There was no one to
talk to. He needed someone to answer his question.
He trotted along the wood that surrounded the
wood floor. He couldn't find the plank again. He circled around two times, but
he couldn't find an exit. Maybe it was behind him. He turned around and trotted
the other way. He was getting tired after trotting around so much and he had
no one to talk to. He decided to go to sleep.
"What do we have here?" someone asked. "A stowaway."
He woke up and opened his eyes. A yellow Shoyru
was smiling at him.
"What are you doing here, little guy?" the Shoyru
"Are you hungry?" the Shoyru asked. The Shoyru
did not speak Sparde. "Here you go, little guy. It's my last one."
The Shoyru held out a blue berry. The berry had
pointy yellow shapes on it.
The berry did not talk. He sniffed it. It smelled
like food. He did feel hungry. He bit it. This berry was good.
"We'll be docking on Mystery Island soon."
He finished eating the berry.
"Alright, little guy, I'll have to get back to
He followed the Shoyru. Maybe the Shoyru knew
the way out. The Shoyru lifted up a box and walked down the plank. The Shoyru
walked along the dock and set down the box.
The Shoyru turned around.
He thanked the Shoyru and went off to look for
whatever it was he was looking for. The ground was soft. He pawed it. It moved!
He pawed it again! It moved easily like water, but he could walk on it like
dirt, but dirt was a little squishy. It felt like pebbles. He could walk on
pebbles too. He had discovered pebble-water! It was not as fun as dirt-water,
but it was still fun. He dug into the pebble-water. Sometimes it filled back
in like water, but sometimes it didn't. A red thing scuttled out from the pebble-water.
The red thing did not answer. He sniffed it.
It didn't smell like anything. The red thing crawled away sideways. He moved
closer to touch it. It pinched his nose and scuttled away.
He wanted to know why it pinched him.
His nose hurt. A shadow passed over him. He looked
this way and that and saw a tall Eyrie. He turned his head sideways to see how
tall the Eyrie was. The Eyrie was very tall. The Eyrie was blue. He sniffed
the Eyrie. The Eyrie smelled like an Eyrie. He did not think this was what he
was looking for.
"Crabbies pinch when you get too close," the
He did not understand the Eyrie.
"Hmm," the Eyrie thought. "Ruff arf woof ruff
arf arf woof ruff ruff."
He agreed. This Eyrie spoke Sparde! The Eyrie's
Sparde was funny, but it was still Sparde. Maybe the Eyrie could help him.
"You're looking for something? Arf ruff!"
The Eyrie was looking for something too.
Ruff! Arf arf ruff. Arf woof ruff ruff.
"You don't know what you're looking for? Neither
do I, but I'll know when I find it," the Eyrie replied. The Eyrie reconsidered
what he said. "Arf woof ruff ruff arf? Arf ruff ruff ruff ruff ruff arf."
The Eyrie was strange, funny strange. The Eyrie
would say something in his funny language and then say something in Sparde.
He thought this was funny.
Arf ruff! Ruff ruff arf.
"I get sidetracked a lot, too," the Eyrie replied
with a smile. "Woof woof arf ruff arf arf? Would you like to look together?"
He leapt up with a bark and followed the Eyrie
across the island.