Fuzzy in hiding

Fuzzy would hate Biscuits when she used to pretend that she was getting drunk. He would never say it to her face but he would make a point of wanting to see her if he thought that she was getting drunk and then he would make a point of going off by himself and sitting under one of those large leafs that you would find down by the river so that Biscuits would not be able to find him anywhere because he was so small.

 Fuzzy did not want to hide from the world but sometimes to travel to different parts of the world to check up on what was going on there like the killing of so many elephants in Africa was unimportant to him.

To see the world on television in his house would be enough for him and then to go and run around  outside and yell like small children do to attract attention that was his idea of fun . He was perfectly happy hiding under the big leaf and he would stay there shut off from the world for a number of days until somebody came to find him or he would hide himself in another place where he was more likely to be found.

Fuzzy was not a gregarious soul.  He did not like to go to parties more often than he had to. Sometimes he hated parties and he would not turn up especially in summer when there were better things to do.  Fuzzy hated having parties himself as he knew the basic ground rules for parties were simple. If you have a lot of people round to your house whom you hardly know they will kill you and hang you out of the window by your sandal straps  and they will dip you in the jelly. Or if you don't invite enough people then it will look like you have no friends and that friends are unimportant to you.

It was a fact that neither Biscuits nor fuzzy knew,but when you hid from the world there would be one person who would seek you out and if they found you then it was usually enough then for you to be happy.  For happiness happens when some one you like but whom you have not seen for a long time but who you were thinking of comes to find you.
If they did it would usually make you happy.

"How strange it all is" used to think Fuzzy while he was hiding under his leaf; that often all of life's rewards are so empty and meaningless and yet still you get drawn into playing the game and if you have something in the palm of your hand then it is still not yours for ever.
Biscuits and Fuzzy were not particularly brainy but they were rich because they had each other.  When love is the right thing (so often it breeds only jealousy) then love is the money of God.  A true reward. No one has riches and no one lives in absolute poverty then . For then we all become equal.

If you think you are going to live for a long time then you probably will live for a long time thought Fuzzy. The dragonflies which live only for one summer and which dart across the pond before him were not meant to live forever he guessed and the tiny tiny things so small they do not have names which lurk in the bottom of the pond that he liked to dig about in which had a life span of about five minutes, these things made Fuzzy happy.

Fuzzy was happy if he lasted a bit longer than this and if one day he became a fisherman. Fuzzy always thought that fishermen seemed to  have the best life even though it was damp and cruel. Fuzzy hated eating fish but he liked the way they looked when you finally caught one and you pulled it out of the water or when they were swimming about underwater in tanks and in the sea.