The M & M Detective Agency And The Warf Of The Chaskervilles
The Chaskervilles were a family of Lennies who had lived
in Neopia for as long as anyone could remember. They were actually one of the
oldest generations of pets to date, and they showed off their heritage with
an impressive, yet rather spooky, mansion. One which stood atop the brow Shadow
Glade hill, a gloomy place bordered by thick marshlands. The Chaskervilles also
had a bit of a hereditary love of Warfs, so there was always a Warf in the Chaskerville
Nothing had ever gone wrong with this particular
love of Warfs, until the time of Fuzzy, a cute and playful pink Warf that had
the entire household charmed. Though cute and cuddly, Fuzzy has a slight problem.
He loved being outside, even at the most inconvenient of times. Especially at
one particular time, which led to some very strange and frightening events...
It was the year of Celebrating, day thirteen,
and the Chaskervilles were having a very large dinner party, with the most important
and respected guests in all of Neopia. They had invited Double 00 Hog, Princess
Fernypoo, Fyora, Illusen, and even the mysterious Adam.
The dinner party had been going quite well, that
was, until Fuzzy decided that he had to go out. At first, Mr. Chaskerville tried
to ignore him, raising his voice in an attempt to drown out Fuzzy's annoying
barking. Finally, Mr. Chaskerville could take it no more, and got up to let
The instant the door opened, Fuzzy shot right
out, frisking around in the rain and jumping in the puddles. Mr. Chaskerville
rolled his eyes and shut the door, returning once more to his impatient guests,
passing out hasty apologies for the momentary interruption.
No one really noticed when the first streaks
of lightning came zigzagging down through the clouds, though it could be seen
quite easily through the enormous picture window in the Chaskerville's dining
room. And when the first crashes of thunder arrived, so loud that they shook
the entire house, no one even bothered to notice that Fuzzy was whimpering and
pawing at the door.
Fuzzy had never been outside during a thunderstorm,
and he was very scared. He pawed some more at the front door, barking and howling,
straining his voice in a vain attempt to be heard over the pangs of thunder
and the driving rain. Still, no one came.
By this time, Fuzzy's throat was quite dry, and
sore, so he decided to go search for a drink. As he trotted through the storm,
towards the nearby pond, Fuzzy became less and less frightened of the thunder
and lightning. In fact, he rather liked it. The little Warf savored the feel
of the rain droplets splashing gently on his rose colored back, and he began
happily anticipate the wondrous lightning which made such intricate patterns
across the grey-black sky.
Finally, Fuzzy reached the pond. He spent a few
moments looking down at his reflection in the water, confused as to why it was
constantly being shattered by the incoming drops of rain that pattered onto
the pond's surface. Fuzzy was just lowering his head to drink, when a huge bolt
of lightning streaked down through sky and struck the pond, temporarily illuminating
the many different aquatic Petpets down there. Pepitos, Primellas, Tanizards...
Fuzzy was fascinated. He stared at the water for a little while longer, before
finally shoving his head into it's cool, moist depths ad lapping up the sweet
Fuzzy smiled as he licked his chops. That was
the best water that he had ever tasted! It must have had something to do with
the lightning. Fuzzy yawned. He suddenly felt very sleepy. He clumsily began
prancing towards his home, stopping momentarily every now and then. It was very
odd. Every few seconds, Fuzzy would feel a terrible cramp tearing through his
stomach. Still, Fuzzy pressed on. Seeing only the mansion, his goal. He was
determined to reach it.
He was just thinking about his nice, warm bed
when the worst cramp of all hit him. He fell to the grounding in pain, whining
and stamping his little pink paw against the ground. When it passed, Fuzzy could
feel himself beginning to change. He seemed to be growing bigger, not much bigger,
but bigger. At least, he was farther off the ground than usual. He swayed a
little in the wind, smiling as his tiny little began to grow longer. His eyes
turned from chocolate brown to acid green, as he tipped his (still pink) maw
to the sky and howled with sheer ecstasy. He was no longer Fuzzy, the cute and
cuddly pink Warf of the Chaskervilles.
No, now he was Fuzzy, the mean and vicious
pink Warf of the Chaskervilles! Still baying wildly at the moon, Fuzzy galloped
beneath the storm filled sky, charging deep within the dark and menacing Chaskerville
To be continued...