phia's phables

the dog - part one of phairies

Dog liked rocks. Many rocks, most rocks, all rocks. They liked granite and slate, obsidian and gneiss, they loved marble and coal. All of the rocks above (plus about 64 types more) were in their sizable collection of stones and minerals. They were obsessed with adding more to their pile, but why? For the most obvious reason there is; they made them sad, of course!

But minerals weren't the only things that made Dog sad, oh no; of those there were a ton, including (but not limited to) houses (big closed spaces), semi-colons (how the duck are you supposed to use those?!?), backyards (big open spaces), backgrounds (coloring them is hard), drawers (they constantly confuse them with artists (both the furniture and the people)), the color red (even though they can't see it), beans (Pythagoras is their hero), tennis balls (aren't dogs supposed to like those?), rocks that glowed in the dark (they could feel some type of weird energy emanating from them and didn't like it), physics (the equations don't make sense), corn (there's only one type grown, and they don't like anything easily beaten by a virus (cough cough hUMANITY cough cough)), and most importantly to our story, the bowl of spaghetti standing on their shelf since the beginning of time.

The minerals could see how much the spaghetti bothered the dog, so as an attempt to make them less sad, the rocks pushed Spaghetti straight into the abyss conveniently placed right next to the shelf where the bowl stood.

When Dog saw what the stones had done, they were so overwhelmed with joy that they started screaming with mirth. Seeing how happy Dog was made the minerals happy too and they all laughed at Spaghetti's misfortune together.

While falling into the endless abyss, Spaghetti shook with fear. They didn't know what was going to happen, and if someone was to look into their eyes, they could see the panic overwhelming the bowl of noodles. Spaghetti couldn't find their voice, they couldn't scream, shout, or do anything but flail helplessly.

After what seemed like both forever and less than Planck time, Spaghetti landed on the bottom of the abyss, in a pool that seemed to glow, shimmer, and shine with a pulsing blue light. It calmed the noodle's beating heart, and right then, Spaghetti's sauce started to disappear, as if it was sucked up by an invisible vacuum. At that moment, Spaghetti knew they had stumbled upon the Lake of Youth, a place from a legend older than spacetime itself. They relaxed against the cool boulders of the pool, content to spend another eternity right there. But before all their sauce even fully dripped away, Spaghetti noticed an eerie shadow in the distance. Their terror reactivated, they tried to move away, but they were too slow; a bolt of pure golden light struck them right in the heart of the bowl. Dying, Spaghetti looked up to see the infamous Good Fairy Matilda Junior, who, smiling virtuously, zapped them again, ending their drawn-out lifetime.

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phia, 6.11.2021