Furwaggle Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Lost and Found.

Today is like any other wonderful day in this fictitious dreamland, called, Furwaggle. The smoke is slowly curling out of the chimney of the chuck house after the final serving of breakfast. As usual Fluffy is the last one to exit the door, first you see his full belly and then with a burp the rest of him stumbles into view.
Fluffy looks around and then calls out, “Wiggles, where are you?” Normally Wiggles would be perched some where near by waiting for his friend Fluffy to finish stuffing himself. But, today, Wiggles was nowhere in sight. This is odd, thought Fluffy, so he called out again, “Wiggles, where are you?” Still no answer, “well, thought Fluffy, maybe he over slept and missed breakfast.” This is something that Fluffy would never do, but then Wiggles is a quack of a different animal. So Fluffy started over to the barn to check if Wiggles was there. Along the way, Fluffy met Charley Hooter, and asked, “Have you seen Wiggles this morning?” Charley in a grumpy voice answered, “Are you trying to be a smart-mouth or something, I haven’t seen anything in the daylight for twenty years. So what makes you think I could see Wiggles now?” Fluffy started backing up as fast as his full belly would let him. After a few steps, he said, “Sorry Charley, I just wasn’t thinking.” And with that Fluffy hurried on. When he arrived at the barn no one was there but a few of the airmail carriers flapping around the rafters and they were no help in finding Wiggles. All he could get out of them was, “do you want it to be first class or registered mail?” Fluffy wasn’t the smartest pick of the litter but he figured that sending Wiggles a letter wouldn’t be of much help.
As Fluffy was leavening the barn he hears a high pitch voice, “Whoa there, high stepper, what’s the hurry?” With a jerk, Fluffy stops dead in his tracks and looks around trying to find the source of this squeaky sound. He knew that it wasn’t Wiggles and it sure wasn’t someone asking for his autograph. He didn’t see anyone, so he was just about to continue on his search when again, he hears the shrill voice say, “Hey big foot, I’m down here, just in front of your big toe.” Fluffy looks down to see this tiny little speck looking up at him. “Oh”, said Fluffy, “I didn’t see you little speck. Did I step on you? I seem to do that a lot.” Again the sharp piercing voice said, “No way, you missed me by a mile. What are you in such a all fired hurry for.” Fluffy replied, “Well little spot, I’m looking for my friend Wiggles, have you seen him? He is a large white…..” Before Fluffy could finish the shrill voice interrupted him with, “Hold on there buster, my name isn’t little spot, or little speck or even little dot. My name is Tricky Mite. And no, I haven’t seen your friend, but if you show me a little respect, I will help you look for him.” “Oh, would you?” Fluffy replied, “but how could you help you can’t even see over that next mole hill.” Tricky then said, “If you help me up on your shoulder I can see much better from there, four eyes are better than two.” Somewhat skeptical, Fluffy said, “So you want to ride on my back? But will you bite me?” With a twinkle in his eye, Tricky answered, “Why no big fellow, I’m a vegetarian.” Fluffy thought, there seems to be a lot of that going around lately. So, he said to Tricky, “Ok, but you have to hold on because I’m a fast mover and I have to find my friend Wiggles.”
With Tricky well seated on his back, Fluffy took off at a gallop. ”Yahoo buckaroo yelled”, Tricky. While Fluffy, maybe a fast runner, his sense of direction, was, in question. Neither he nor Tricky noticed that they were running in a large circle. That was until they were back at the chuck house. Fluffy seemed to have a sixth sense about, where there was or would soon be food. Realizing where he was, Fluffy came to an abrupt stop, plus the fact he needed to scratch. At about that time the door of the chuck house opened and out stepped Wiggles. Seeing Fluffy, he said, “Where have you been Fluffy and why are you scratching?” With a questioning voice Fluffy shouted, “Where have I been, I’ve been out looking all over for you! What have you been doing?” Somewhat puzzled Wiggles said, “Well the cold water dish washer had relatives visiting, so I just filled in for a little while so he could be with them and why are you still scratching?” By this time, Fluffy was rubbing his back against the hitching post in front of the chuck house. Wiggles could hear a tiny little voice crying out, “Hey, cut it out, you’re hurting me.”
“Just what is that I hear?” asked Wiggles. Fluffy had given up with scratching and was now rolling in the dirt. “Snort, that does it, this isn’t fun any more.” Said a wheezing little voice, as Tricky jumped off of Fluffy and scurried away. Wiggles asked again, “What was that little spot that just jumped off of your back?” Fluffy had settled down enough to answer Wiggles. “That wasn’t little spot, it was Tricky Mite and he was helping me find you.” With a grin Wiggles said, “So you got tricked again and ended up getting bit.” Fluffy was quick to reply, “Well, he said he wouldn’t bite me and besides he’s a vegetarian, what ever that is.”
Just then the lunch bell rang and Fluffy made a dash for the chuck house as he yelled over his shoulder to Wiggles, “Now don’t you get lost again, I’ll be out in about an hour or two.” With that Wiggles wattled over to his favorite perch to settle down and wait for his gullible gobbling friend.
My tiny mind thinks that you shouldn’t give a ride to a stranger that bites.
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Furwaggle Chapter 8

Chapter 8
Opposites can attract.

It’s a fine day as always in the fictitious dreamland, called, Furwaggle. The sun was shining as always, the birds were; well you know, what birds always do. Everyone still had fond memories of the musical concert from last week.
Wiggles and Fluffy were on their daily walk and talking about how much fun they had at the concert. Fluffy was re-telling about being asked for his autograph. With each time he told the story, it got more and more detailed and inflated. He was just finishing up with, “…and then she just walked right up to me and asked for my autograph.” Wiggles then said with a little grin, “Fluffy, you're becoming so popular, why don’t you get some cards made, so you can just hand them out if you ever get asked again.” Fluffy stopped for a moment and then with a thoughtful look on his face he said, “You know Wiggles, that may be a good idea. They could come in handy if I was ever to go on tour or something.” Wiggles didn’t say anything but just gave a little snicker, it was so much fun to bait Fluffy.
At about that time, Fluffy saw Betty Feline slinking up the path toward them. Fluffy gushed out, “Oh my god, here comes that nasty Betty again.” It was just yesterday, while on their walk, they had encountered her and it wasn’t all that much fun for Fluffy. He still had a small scratch on his nose when Betty had been offended at something Fluffy must have said. Wiggles had just marked it up to something in the DNA, that made Fluffy feel the way he did about Betty Feline, or maybe it was just the way she arced her back, whenever she was near Fluffy. She seemed to carry a chip on her shoulder, where Fluffy was concerned. In a soft whisper, Wiggles said to Fluffy, “now be nice.” And then in a normal tone, he said to Betty, “Good morning Miss Feline, how are you this fine day?” With that, Betty slinked up next to Wiggles and with a purr, she replied, “Why, I’m just fine Mr. Wiggles.” Then, to Fluffy, she hissed, “and how about you Mr. Fluffy? Is your nose healing ok?” With that, Fluffy dropped down and put both front paws over his nose. Wiggles figured that Fluffy had taken a defensive position; while not very elegant, it did protect an exposed vulnerable part that had taken some abuse at their last encounter. With a somewhat muffled voice Fluffy replied, “You didn’t lay a glove on me lady.” Again in a soft purring voice Betty said to Fluffy, “Well I just wanted to apologize for my behavior yesterday, I was just having a bad hair day, but I’m much better now. In fact, I brought you this little peace offering. Just don’t say anything about felines being lazy fur balls.” Fluffy looked up over his paws, and there was Betty holding out a cookie for him. With that Fluffy jumped up and said, “Why thank you Miss Betty, that’s very nice of you.” Wiggles thought that there was a really smart girl; she was attacking Fluffy at his weakest point. Wiggles said to both, “Why don’t we continue on our walk and get to know one another.”
With that the three of them started down the path. In a perky voice Fluffy said, “Did you know that I got asked for my autograph at the musical concert last week? Well, let me tell you about it……” Oh no, thought Wiggles, here we go again. At least, there was peace again in this fictitious dreamland of Furwaggle. My tiny mind thinks that a peace offering of a simple cookie can go a long way.
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Furwaggle Chapter 7

Chapter 7
The sounds of music.

Its late evening and the sun was just going down in the fictitious dreamland called Furwaggle. There was excitement in the air and a song in the hearts of all. Tonight was the night of the big musical concert in the barn. The rafters were strung with colored lights and the stage at one end of the barn was all decorated with streamers and paper lanterns.
A crowd was beginning to gather as the band was tuning up. There was Chirpy on the drums, the Bovine sisters on the clarinets, Charley Hooter on the trombone, and there was even Fluffy on the hollowing base. But the real attraction tonight was to be Twister the Whistler. It is said that he could whistle notes that only Fluffy could hear.
A hush fell over the crowd as Wiggles, the Master of Ceremony, came to the microphone and addressed the audience, “Tonight we have a real treat for you, by special request, straight from his command performance at the Airport Bar and Grill in Real World Quebec City Canada, here is Twister the Whistler, accompanied by our own local Tweeter Band.” With that the crowd went wild.
Twister went into a medley of music that had everyone clapping in time to each note and even a few were dancing and hopping. Even old Charlie Gator was doing a jig. Twister then hushed the audience with some old time sentimental tunes that captured everyone’s romantic side. Miss Bunny’s mother, Mrs. Hopper’s eyes crossed and she even swooned a little; she didn’t notice Porky slipping up along side of Miss Bunny.
At intermission there were cookies and punch serviced at the far end of the barn that attracted a lot of attention. But most of the young girls and some not so young rushed the stage to get an autograph from Twister, even Fluffy got asked for an autograph by Miss Collie. This so enthralled Fluffy that for the rest of the night he sported a big grin and his tail wave to and fro like a leaf in the wind.
The rest of the concert were duets of the locals and the Twister. The last one was Wiggles on the fiddle playing a foot stomping blue grass with Twister hitting some high notes that made Fluffy’s ears stand up and utter a string of uncontrolled whimpers. The concert ended with a solo by the Twister of “Good Night Ladies”, which brought the barn down with applause and hoots plus some moos from the herd.
Early the next morning a large crowd gathered at the train depot to see Twister the Whistler off on the rest of his whistling tour. For the rest of the day there was whistling all over Furwaggle, everyone was in a good mood and wanted the feeling to last as long as possible. There were some interesting side effects, one was Fluffy, he kept on scratching his ears, claming he could still hear a high pitch whistle in his good right ear. Wiggles also seemed to be effected; he had picked up a little skip to his walk and a big smile on his face. All in all it turned out to be a good thing for Furwaggle and everyone in this fictitious dreamland.
My tiny mind thinks that having a whistling toot is better than no toot at all.

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Furwaggle Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Puppy love.

It’s springtime in this wonderful fictitious dreamland called Furwaggle and there is love in the air. Grasshoppers are cooing, cows are humming, and all the rest of the younger population is gearing up for courtship. And to make it even better the diet proclamation has been rescinded.
No one was more smitten than Porky. Today like most days of his young life he was rooting his way around the barnyard. Every now and then letting out a small oink of contentment with his lot in life. His only misgiving was that he wasn’t taller and that Miss Bunny didn’t pay enough attention to him. Just as he was about to do another nosedive into the mud, he spotted his hearts desire. She hopped up to the edge of his play area and said, “Hello Porky, what have you been doing?” For a moment Porky was speechless then he blurted out, “This morning I was over in the meadow watching the races, and now I’m just a playing.” “Oh”, cooed Miss Bunny, “watching those hoofs run around in a circle is so thrilling.” And before he thought Porky blurted out again, “you know I could be a racer if I wanted to.” With a scoff Miss Bunny said, “Porky you’re too short to be a racer and besides all you do is root around here in the barnyard.” With that Porky sat down on his haunches and thought, “There it is, the leg thing again”, then to Miss Bunny he said in a weak little voice, “well I could be one of those jockeys and you don’t need long legs for that.”
Just then up walked Fluffy and Wiggles, and Fluffy asked, “who is a jockey and why?” With a little giggle Miss Bunny said, “Why Porky wants to be one and ride in the races down in the meadow.” “Well I guess if that’s what he wants to do then…” before Wiggles could finish Fluffy interrupted with, “Don’t be silly your legs aren’t long enough to reach from the saddle to the stirrups.” “There they go”, thought Porky, the leg thing again”. Then with a sniffle he said in a squeaky little voice, “Well they can grow, if they want to.” With a twitch of her nose Miss Bunny jumped in with, “You leave Porky along, he has a right to dream, and he just might be a jockey one of these days.”
Wiggles knew that when a female twitches her nose it’s no place to be. So he said to Fluffy, “Come on, it’s time for us to go, and I mean now.” With that he turned and started to walk away. Fluffy was taken by surprise and stood there for a moment looking at Miss Bunny, then ran after Wiggles. When he got to Wiggles side he said, “I think those two are smitten with each other.” In a low voice so that only Fluffy could hear Wiggles said, “There is too much difference between them.” With an uncertain look Fluffy said, “Why, they are both vegetarians.” Then with a pause he continued, “Oh, you mean it as a church thing, well, maybe one could convert.” Wiggles just rolled his eyes and continued to walk on.
Meanwhile Porky was trying to get Miss Bunny to join him in the sloppy play yard. While twisting her ears into a ponytail Miss Bunny said, “My mother says that nice girls don’t get all muddy.” Porky stammered back, “Are you teasing me?” With a shake of her head Miss Bunny said, “No Porky, my mother says that nice girls don’t tease.” Dejected Porky asked, “Then just what do you want to do?” With a hop, skip and a jump Miss Bunny started off toward the barn but said back to Porky, “I going to see what else my mother has to say.” Before he could blink Miss Bunny was gone. So with a snort, Porky went back to his playing in the mud. He had learned one thing, and that was girls are hard to understand.
My tiny mind thinks that long legs aren’t everything. But they sure make some girls look mighty good !!
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