Poem by a Chomby
My sister was a Cybunny,
So very cute and also fluffy!
But Dee took her to a secret lab...
Now she's a mutant, it's rather sad;
Dee tried to take me there one day,
but that's a game I'll never play!
A baby is what I'm meant to be,
Six arms and a beard is just not for me!
The Story of Dee and the Missing Yarn
It was a day like any other when Dee took her seat in the Guild Meeting hall. Her armchair was plush, her mug of coffee was steaming and she had managed to get her favourite music box to work after someone, naming no names, managed to drool green goop on it...
As she settled down, she reached for her craft bag intending to try out her new sk.ills with crochet to make Aidyna a new hooded jacket, she realised that the beautiful pearlescent purple yarn she had purchased specially was missing! A bolt of shock went through her mind; she had had the wool not five minutes ago! No-one else was in the meeting hall; she was always the first to arrive on a Tuesday, what with everyone else using the day after the initial weekday rush to restock their shop. So where on Neopia had it gone?
Bouncing out of her armchair, she dropped on to all fours to root through her bag, churning out everything on to the hardwood floor of the hall. The redbrick fireplace c.rackled quietly as she moved aside her tools and bobbins - crochet hooks rolled, clicking gently, across the floor followed by a fast moving tape measure in the shape of a Shoyru.
It wasn't until she heard a squeak and a crunch that Dee stopped muttering. She paused, her ears pricked to hear the odd sound - the only Neopets she knew to frequent the hall and to make such a noise weren't here, they were getting under their owners feet as they tried to restock their shop shelves. She slowly turned, then lowered her head to the floor to look under her chair...
There it was! Her yarn! Along with a Baby Chomby. Unfortunately for Dee, her yarn was mostly in the Chomby's mouth. It looked at her, paused for a moment, then continued its chewing motion, with the occasional crunch as it bit through another part of the crochet hook buried in the yarn ball for safekeeping.
Dee screeched. That wool had been the perfect colour for Aidyna and she'd probably not be able to get another ball of the same dye lot to match the work she'd already done. With a start, the Chomby panicked and dashed out from under the armchair, Dee's wool still dangling from its mouth. She scrambled up, her feet slipping on the wooden floor, and by the time she had gained enough traction, the little Chomby had made it to a partially open w.indow.
Desperately, Dee grabbed a pillow from her armchair and threw it with all her strength at the w.indow. It arced as best as a pillow with tassels and other un-aerodynamic features could, before hitting the window with a gentle 'flump' sound - which dutifully closed just before the Baby Chomby could scramble up the wall below it.
Panicked, the Chomby now had no escape route, and Dee was silently cursing the guild member or pet that had forgotten to lock the w.indow. She loved her guild members but sometimes four signs and three speeches was just not enough to remind them it didn't latch fully unless locked! The Chomby started to run around the hall, skirting the walls and the various furniture strewn around. It leapt deftly over a stool, ducked under a coffee table and dodged a bench. Dee was not so lucky; she managed to trip over the stool, fall onto the coffee table, knocking over a vase in the process, and rolled off on to the bench.
Worn out from the short burst of energy, Dee lay on the bench looking up at the ceiling. The scrabbling of the Chomby had stopped, but there was a very quiet squeaking still. She looked over at where she assumed the Chomby had ended up, and made eye contact with Faith - holding the Baby in her arms, very gently trying to pry what remained of the yarn out of its mouth. With some tickling, it finally came free and Dee could see the extent of the damage. Half of the wool was gone, and what was left was covered in Chomby slobber - not a good look, even for a Mutant Poogle, she despaired.
So what happened here?" Faith asked, placing the yarn down on the coffee table and picking up the, fortunately made of bamboo for this very reason, vase at the same time, all while cradling the now calm and squeaky Chomby.
With a sigh, Dee sat up on the bench, and explained how she had come to be chasing a Baby Neopet around the meeting hall when Faith had walked in. She looked forlornly at the half chewed yarn and what remained of her crochet hook inside the ball, but couldn't help herself from stroking the little Chomby. Now she looked closer, she noticed it had a collar on - odd for a baby, she thought.
I didn't realise the little guy had an owner," she said, searching for the tag - but when she found it, she realised what had happened, "Aww, the poor little yarn eating monster. He must've escaped from the pound!
She showed Faith the tag; a pound assignment number, given to all pets abandoned. It did happen occasionally, a pet escaping from the pound, but Dee couldn't stay angry at such a little Neopet that had been left by its owner. Sighing, she picked up the rest of the yarn.
I wonder if he wants the rest of it?" she joked, suddenly realising how wet it was and putting it down swiftly, wiping her hands on her top.
For some reason I don't think that'd be a good idea!" Faith remarked, scratching the Chomby's head as it squeaked contentedly, "He's probably already got a taste for it, we shouldn't encourage him, else no-one's yarn projects will be safe!
Good plan, I think we have some baby food in the back for the guild pets. The least we can do is feed the little guy some real food before we decide what to do with him." Dee shuffled off into the back room and came back quickly with a tub of baby food and a spoon.
We could put him up for adoption, I guess," she thought aloud, as she fed the yarn monster another scoop of food, with Faith still holding him tight in case he made a break for it - unlikely, as he was ravenous it seemed. "I'm sure someone would love to adopt him, as long as they don't own anything vaguely woollen.
They both laughed as the Chomby squeaked, his little face now covered in baby food. As more guild members arrived, he got cuddled by everyone, and the tale of his yarn eating escapades got laughed at by all. Soon enough he was put up for adoption with the Faerie Shelter, making a few new friends as he waited in the adoption centre, before he was quickly given a new home, free of wool, yarn and other handicrafts, but full of love, games and plenty of baby food!
As for Dee and her crochet project, it turned out a guild member had been stocking up on yarn that morning - and she'd got 3 extra b.alls in exactly the same colour as the yarn monster had eaten; one was even the same dye lot! Her project was finished with no other problems and she learned to always zip up her craft bag - and make sure the windows were locked before she left for the day!