Fuzzy`s Boat

On a summery day when all the plants and trees were singing with a happy kind of shimmery green which is like yellow and which come with the spring... when the sunshine seemed to be not like that of mid-summer but brighter and clearer  and you still felt a frost in a shadow... Fuzzy decided that he would go across the river in a boat that he would construct himself.

Fuzzy`s father  had an old garage which leant against the side of the house and which was like a treasure chest to Fuzzy. Fuzzy`s father didn`t have a car but he had lots of old things which he had collected. Fuzzy liked to go there when he wanted to make a go kart or a wheelbarrow for his gardening  or eve to make a boat. Most of the things which Fuzzy`s father  had collected were for engines and motorcars and would sink if you put the in the river. So Fuzzy knew  that they would be no good to him. Instead he would go to the wood and ask his friends the trees if they would shed some bark for him to use so that he could make a boat.

Fuzzy took from his father`s garage some string and some glue and some bits of rubber in case he whould need them. When he got to the wood he found a little path which was flat  enough for him to leave his things on and then he went to talk to some trees.

But when Fuzzy talked to the trees they were not listening to him and he decided that he could not wait forever  to make his boat and so he thought he could reach up with his pen knife to a place where the bark was beginning to peel and ee if he could tear off or cut a bit or something so the he could make his boat.

Now Fuzzy was not actually mad but when he went to cut the trees  he heard the tree
saying: "Don`t do that, you will hurt me!" So he thought: "Perhaps there is another way to do this," He put his knife back in his pocket  and left the tree standing as it was and went back to the place where he had left all his things.

At this point in the story something very peculiar happened. Fuzzy had not been expecting such a thing to happen, but when he returned to the place where he had left his glue and string, the bits of rubber on the piece of ground so that he could find them had completely disappeared! Where had they gone? These little treasures of little worth which Fuzzy had so diligently chosen from the depths of his Father`s garage? There must have been some cunning prankster at work here, thought the Fuzzer. When he became angry he became very efficient and organized and not dreamy as was his natural self and one had to be cautious to a degree  not normally appropriate for dealing with him as he was no longer fuzzy but THE FUZZER.

The Fuzzer was an heroic fellow of epic proportions who might otherwise have been half the man he was. He`d wonder when he became so mighty but when he became angry he became hard to please and when this happened everyone who cared to know him would call him THE FUZZER.

Now, Fuzzy was not a man known to get angry at all, ever. But he knew when he had been crossed and he would not let such a thing lie. If something had bothered him then he would move in mysterious ways so that he would not let it destroy him. Sometimes he went to Paris in his imagination to visit the Eiffel Tower, which he had seen on a postcard once. This had been sent to him by his aunt. He would jump off the tower and fly miles and miles over buildings forever and sometimes  his magic dreaming wings would not hold him up and he would plummet and destroy himself but he would not do that now. Fuzzy gathered himself together and moved like a kitten being blown in a light breeze around the patch of ground where he thought he had left his bits of string and glue for making his boat.

At first he could not decide what had happened to them and he decided that he would not find them ever. Then later he stumbled through the long grass on the trail of Biscuits whom he knew would be nearby hiding and watching him as he made a fool of himself in his endless search. He knew that she had stolen them and he was very annoyed by now because he was not going to be able to build his boat.

Fuzzy fell over a number of times before he reached the house where Biscuits live with her mummy and he didn't know what to do when he met her mummy on the back porch of their old house, as he was SO CROSS. He said:"Hello, I have come to see Biscuits."

Mrs Biscuits nodded quietly as though to agree whi him and he looked down at his feet to see that his little sandals were all flakey and torn and he thought to himself: "She will not be here," so he left Mrs Biscuits standing in the doorway watchin him as he ran back into the long grass where he would look for Biscuits.

It had not occurred to The Fuzzer that there might be another person who might decide to join in with his games that day and that there might be a wicked jackdaw who might steal the bits of string. For surely this was what had happened...?....??

Fuzzy was not much of a guesser really and it was at this point of the day that he nearly decided to stop searching for Biscuits and his bits of glue and string and to pick some flowers instead. But being The Fuzzer meant that he was determined to find her and that he would persevere until he did. He would look and look until he had looked everywhere and when he found her he would tell everyone, everywhere what he thought of her foolish carrying on just to annoy him when he had wanted to make a boat. At that moment Fuzzy was interrupted  by the rapid scurrying  of a cat called Gerlinky who belonged to the postman but who would turn up in most people`s houses and all of the shops and some people`s motor vehicles, who sometimes talked to Biscuits but mostly kept himself to herself. (He was of indeterminate gender.) Gerlinky was not the biggest cat there had ever been in the village but on this day he had two small bells, like the ones that Fuzzy had seen on the window sill in Biscuit`s Mummy`s kitchen, tied with string and glue between its two hind legs. A screeching and a yowling sound it made, like you or I had not heard before or since because this was not a cat used to such disturbances. Though it was not a cat of many years it was old enough, not to appreciate the joke which some unfortunate and unpleasant mind had decided to play apon it this afternoon.

Gerlinky the cat (who was fond of a joke,) was never fond of Biscuits after that and Gerlinky would not talk to her for weeks afterwards although at one time they had been the best of friends.