Short Stories

	Inkreis Solves the Puzzle of Neopia There are many ways to put all the pieces together. by peirigill
	Bernard and The Void With a sigh, Bernard shut his worn copy of The Green Grundo Invasion and glanced over to the small clock that he had sitting on his countertop. by rachu816
	The Missing Amulet As the moonlight shines through a rugged stone pathway towards an heavily-guarded ancient temple ruins; something seems to be wrong. by xghoul447
	The Infestation Barney the Blue Blumaroo woke up with the sun and looked out his window to see the sailboats bobbing in the Neopian Sea. by spukl1
	A Petpet's Grand Adventure "I am a brave and strong Symol. I am a brave and strong Symol.” by ningkov1
	A Helping Hand I wiped the sweat from my brow, eyes sweeping across the field. It was haying season and we’d done some good work, evidenced by the haystacks scattered across the field. by 77thbigby
	The Food Eating Competition Eli was clicking through TV channels, looking for something new to do. The Yellow Chomby paused as a commercial flashed on his screen. by endisnigh

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"A Helping Hand" by 77thbigby
I wiped the sweat from my brow, eyes sweeping across the field. It was haying season and we’d done some good work, evidenced by the haystacks scattered across the field. We had more work ahead of us, but we were making progress. For today, at least, it was quitting time. It was then that my eyes caught on something black sticking out of one of the haystacks. “I’m going to check something out in the stacks. I’ll be back,” I told Ernest, one of my fellow workers. The Chia waved a hand to show he’d heard, and I strode off across the field, Elfie, my Christmas Mazzew, keeping pace beside me. As I drew closer, I could make out the shape of a hoof. I raised my eyebrows at this. Soon enough, I rounded the haystack and came to a surprised stop as I took in the figure before me. I at first took it for a scarecrow but then I saw the figure breathe. Having been raised in the Meridell countryside, I was familiar with scarecrows, but I had no idea how one could be alive. For indeed, it was an Ixi made of burlap, and he was sound asleep in the haystack. Whoever and whatever he was, he was clearly in a bad way. His burlap was worn and dirty, straw poking out of tears and along his seams.

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