Fuzzy`s Boat (again)

This was an episode to remember. Fuzzy had made a little house out of wood and bits of string and things which he had found in his father`s garage and on New Year`s day when all was quiet  and before the world had surfaced after its drunken revelling. Fuzzy had decided to take the boat he had made down to the lakes to give it a first sail.

Just in case there was any wind, the wind of which Fuzzy dreamt, however was fast asleep also, as is often the case, for when the spirits of the animals sleep so often too does the wind. As the wind stirs the animals into action and to change, wrecking governments and bringing down the walls made of stone: built to divide nations ... so too does it blow the boats of small children across ponds, puddle and lakes when it chooses to. The wind on this brand new year  was peculiarly dormant however. 

Fuzzy almost wished  that he had told Biscuits of his endeavours so that he might  have her there to act as the wind might act and to blow a small boys boat across a huge expanse of the sea, such as the lake would have seemed to a small boat if there were people on it. Fuzzy used to imagine there were. Fuzzy was not able to tell biscuits what his intentions were on that day however, in case the glue which he had used to make the boat  had decided not to stick the wood together and the whole thing fell apart. As was so often the case with Fuzzy`s projects.

Biscuits would say, "Oh Fuzzy!" and Fuzzy would feel particularly stupid and awful and tell himself that it did not matter if he couldn't build boats properly and that there was a way to make his boats go across the water and not come apart and go soggy, so that he need not feel as tiny as the tiny men that he would imagine were on his tiny boat.

So what does a small boy do on a New years day when all is so calm and peacefull and seemingly endlessly quiet? Well Fuzzy had the idea, which no man can vouch for as all were asleep on this particularly special morning but you or I could believe  if we knew
Fuzzy at all, that El Fuzzer , (the rabbits and the squirrels and the ants and all of nature used to call him,) El Fuzzer was going to talk to the trees. And this is what Fuzzy did.
Without taking his pen knife out of his pocket  he went over to the head of the largest set of poplars he could find which stood by the lakes and determined  that this tree would be made his friend and that if he asked nicely the tree might ask the wind to blow the boat to make it sail across the water. So what happened next?

We may ask. Were the wind to blow it would be a miracle and were the wind not to blow it would be a disaster but the Fuzzer was not to be disappointed or outsmarted  by a tree which was only a plant  after all. Be it older or taller than he. So Fuzzy talked kindly to the tree and he talked kindly to it for hours until he fell asleep and a large snoring came from the little fellow. At this point along came a Biscuity girl named Biscuits who was not looking for Fuzzy or misadventure and she saw his little boat all stranded  in the middle of the lake and a little tear fell of her cheek as she felt for Fuzzy and the little things he set out in life to achieve.  As the tears fell into the lake the lake transformed into a silvery sheet of ice and the boat vanished under it as everything, everywhere went cold and white.  Fuzzy himself  seemed to turn into a frozen statue
all curled up as he lay at the lay at the root of the tallest tree and he became as though he were a soul or a ghost, or as if his spirit had left him and had gone into the tree and off into the wind, which was very peculiar. Biscuits sensed it and she ran as fast as she could to a nearby farm where she told the farmer, who came to get Fuzzy and put him into bed in the spare room which had belonged to his children when they had been home. The wind blew for forty days for which time Fuzzy was asleep.

When Fuzzy woke he went back to the lake to look for his boat but there was nothing to be seen of it any longer and so he wondered  if it had sailed to somewhere else in the clouds because  he could not find it in the lakes anywhere.