SYMOL DAY SPECIAL

The Mysterious Symol Hole
by Painted_dreams87

In the wondrous land of Meridell
lies a mysteriously deep hole.
You ponder how it came to be,
deciding that it must be the work of a Symol.

You're too big to go explore it;
you soon begin to fret.
There's no way you or your 'pet will fit,
this must be a job for a little Petpet.

You hug your Petpet
and you tell him it will be alright.
You send him down into the unknown,
and deep down you're full of fright.

A few seconds later, your Petpet returns.
He's carrying a shiny new toy,
and an elusive avatar that he gives to you.
Your face lights up in immediate joy.

As it turns out, the mysterious hole
is not a place filled with dismay.
In fact, you just may visit it
every single day.

My Secure Symol Sleeping Bag
by Sugarypixiestix2

If I am ever far from home and my bed,
I need not to worry about what's ahead.
My Symol Sleeping Bag is always packed,
inside my knapsack all snug and compact.

It's so soft and keeps me really warm,
even when I was caught in an ice storm.
When I zip it all the way up at night,
never do I have any feelings of fright.

As it camouflages me from any bogeyman
that might be sneaking by with a plan.
Even if I'm lost in a mysterious land,
there is nothing it cannot withstand.

Along with it being able to hide me,
it also has a solid lifetime guarantee.
I've never had to replace my bedroll,
even when it fell into a fishing hole.

Any time a friend sees my sleeping bag
I do tend to boast and sometimes brag,
which I can't help since I love it so;
this is an item I could never forgo.

What's In The Hole?
by Dr_tomoe

In the land of Meridell,
by a shady tree,
there's a hole in the ground
as plain as can be.

It appeared out of nowhere,
just a mysterious hole,
until it was determined that
it was dug up by Symols.

But there was more to this hole
than a Petpet's digging,
and one found that Symols
found treasures while burrowing!

But what's in the hole?
There could be many things.
Strange gold coins or
perhaps the Wand of Wishing?

Only one way to know
and then to tell all
is to take your Petpet there
and then... cannonball!

Reaching In The Symol Hole
by Treeword

On a brisk autumn morning,
'Midst the trees of Meridell,
I spied a tunnel in the earth
Where I knew Symols to dwell.

Upon hands and knees
I crouched near the ground,
For I heard quite the rumor
Of treasures to be found.

The darkness ran deep,
Only black met my eyes,
So I reached in my hand,
Eager for surprise.

I gabbed and I groped,
My fingers grasped hold
To something quite furry
That was definitely not gold.

How was I to know
Of what was to come?
The only gift I received
Was a nip on the thumb.

Symolitude
by Sc_defleppard

Scratching at the hard packed earth,
The sound of little feet.
Scratching for all his worth
When he knows it's time to eat.

When the earth is opened wide,
It seems that he must select.
What he will eat inside,
Spyder Eggs or a Grubwich fully decked.

When he realizes that,
His tummy is full up.
He looks at me as though
He’s about to hiccup,

Then he tumbles into his room
And goes right to his Cedar Filled Petpet Bed.
He looks at me and assumes
I should bring his big bedspread.

Then I take his Rock Water Dish
And fill it with fresh water.
He looks at me as if I'm foolish,
And so I asked what was the matter.

I'll give him something different and new
That will make his night so bright.
I filled his Rock Water Dish 
With Menacing Brew;
He looks at me like I got it right.

The brew that I gave him,
It was supposed to be a treat.
Now he can’t sleep if it’s not to the brim
With his favorite new treat....

A Letter To My Petpet
by Binky1260

Don’t worry, my little Petpet;
Steel yourself! Be bold!
Just hold your breath and close your eyes,
And dive in that Symol Hole!

If you like, descend slowly,
As opposed to a quick free fall,
And if you feel especially brave,
You can always cannonball.

There are underground treasures to be found;
I’d love a Dragoyle Petpet Bowl;
And I’d nod “yes” to “Wasn’t that fun?” 
If you retrieve a Dirt Symol.

So please, my Petpet, find the courage,
And eschew the Broken Pottery;
Lots of tasty treats await you
If you snag that precious avvie!

Symol Claws 101
by Lilahne_aluoki

Thank you for buying Symol Claws 101!
And by the time this book is done
You'll have learned to trim Symol nails;
Sit, and learn of the details!

Symol claws are sharp and long;
You wouldn't think they'd be that strong,
But they need to be, we figure,
For Symols are, foremost, grand diggers!

While avoiding his buck teeth,
Make sure to always check beneath
His claws for dirt and other things
That grubbing through the ground may bring!

Wash his paws with mild soap and water.
He might squirm, but do not falter!
Now, sit him down; do you have your clippers?
Hurray, we knew you weren't a quitter!

Carefully cut your Symol's nails
(And here is where most others fail).
If he, by mistake, scratches at you,
Just slap on a plaster like we do!

(Your Symol was hoping you'd let go --
But lucky you, 'cause now you know!)
Now smooth his claws with an emery board;
We hope you have a few extras stored!

Your Symol's claws are nice and neat,
And your manicurist lesson's now complete!
Although slight pains may sometimes linger...
And it doesn't hurt to count your fingers!

Where Do All The Plushie Symols Go?
by Flufflepuff

The paint brush picked a plush pattern:
Orange and yellow spots.
Having transformed, the cloth Symol
Most certainly could not

Dive into her earthy home,
Where the dirt ceiling holds
Itself up thanks to roots. She can't 
Risk developing mold.

'Twas time to find another house.
The plush packed up her things,
So uncertain, wondering
What her long trip would bring.

Traveling through distant lands, 
The Symol sighed, despaired, 
Asking if, for plushies, there
Was such a place that cared. 

Her head's threads with small tufts of red
Stood up straight on end
Upon seeing the perfect home.
Her journey's at an end.

A patchwork lamp, a blue bean bag,
And more soft furniture
Beckoned the tired plushie close,
Like they were meant for her.

She settled down immediately
And, seeing a thick bed
Of cotton fluff, burrowed inside 
To rest her weary head.

For, any kind of true Symol
Must be submerged in stuff
Every night. This proud instinct
Is written in her fluff.

Jar Of Symol Fur
by Indulgences

I have to squint and wonder why
This jar of fur exists.
A Petpet maybe skinned alive?
A crazed zoologist?

I open it and peer inside.
The smell is warm and sweet.
I want to rub my eager self
With fur... it's so effete!

The color sparkles in the sun.
The strands are glossy brown.
I want to pile it on my hair,
A scented Symol crown!

Its definition claims that it
May cure you of disease.
A happy accident it is,
To find such jars as these!

The Symol's day is here at last!
Enjoy the holiday!
If you encounter any jars,
Just throw them all my way!

The Symol King
by Plasticrose

In Meridell, next to a gnarled old tree,
There's a hole dug in the ground,
Where Petpets scurry down to see
If there is treasure to be found.

Some timid Petpets take it slow,
Some dare to take a dive,
Most come back with nothing much to show,
But they're lucky to survive!

For, the secret hidden deep inside
Is chilling to the bone,
There, the secret Symol king resides,
On a great and golden throne.

His schemes make evil Meepits
Look childish and banal;
You'd better hope he never gets
What he wants most of all.

A ghastly Meepit army
And world domination glory,
But never fear, from what I hear,
It's just a scary story.