Kaputzka

I can't say that this is completely finished yet, but I'm kind of running out of ideas.


Once upon a time, there was a Kaputzka. Now this Kaputzka was a very gangly creature. He loved eating tennis balls and nuts of a pinkish sort. His best friend was a Slyme, which usually is never described because those who try find it impossible. But the best efforts have described his as about nine inches tall, yellow, and spiny. The Kaputzka often wondered why it was called a Slyme. We now know that it was because of the noise he made when crawling up the wall. It was a bit of a smushy sound, as if one had just walked through a patch of moist socks.

When the Kaputzka and the Slyme first made each other’s acquaintance, it was not at all under pleasant circumstances. The Slyme, being yellow and curled up for sleep, strongly resembled a tennis ball, and seeing as he had not bathed in a week or two, he smelled like a tennis ball too. The Kaputzka took the Slyme in his mouth none too gently and crunched down hard. Fortunately for the Slyme, his spines served as a protection as well as a defense mechanism. The Kaputzka bit down and promptly began to camoil.

“EEENNNNIIIIAAAAAOOOK!”

The Slyme uncurled and wiggled out of Kaputzka’s mouth. He wiped the slime off his spines and glared at the Kaputzka.

“Eeew inak beirh theeeeiiiminameen!” He hollered.

The Kaputzka was scandalized.

“Dano kafinko malinke desrafall!” He hollered back.

And so it went, back and forth, until one or the other of them finally said “Pilaro Mylofarge?” in a tearful sort of way, and so they made up and became friends.