Daffodil and Pupcake.

She is a bright one. Daffodil.

She was born to no parents. The first of the dilemna of anyone who meets her--how to place her.  This is offset by the fact that 88 percent of the time she is with Pupcake, who is also an odd one. No one knows what to make of Pupcake, either. And so together, the two of them round out the oddness they bring. Instead of wondering where each one comes from, you see how funny it is they even exist at all. Their days are full, like yours and mine. Only, more free time.

Pupcake is named Pupcake because of how she looks. Furry, and you want to eat her. You want to eat her, because she is basically a ball of love (but we should say a log, because that is more her shape), and the warm feeling you get when you look at her makes you want to gobble her up. If you actually did bit into her, you would get a mouthful of hair. She would probably screech, and run away. No doubt she would screech!

Pupcake looks like a  rock chuck, but she has the ears of of puppy--large flaps of triangle, folded forward. They are made of  the softest of fuzz. Her face is different than a rock chuck, because her nose is less pokey; it's more pushed in, like the muzzle of a springer spaniel. Her body is long like a weiner dogs, but much more plump! She so pudgy her little legs barely keep her tummy off the ground.

Her best friend, like I said, is bright. Daffodil looks exactly like a daffodil, with a face on her petals. Dark eyes and magenta lips. Her stem is three, thin green legs. Daffodil's legs work like a spider's--grasping and touching and she goes along, light and nimble. She walks sideway's up trees, no problem. At night , she'll fold her legs into a braid, and plop them on top of a mushroom stool. Pupcake spreads out beside her, all four legs sticking straight out as she rests on her tummy on the floor. She could very well be a beaver pelt sleeping on the floor.

Daffodil's body is a small dot that contains her heart and lungs, connecting her flower-pedal head and spindly legs. Her heart beats for the breeze that comes over the mountains, and rejoices in the ducks that play in the water.  She loves giggles and nibbles of cheese. She will never do you wrong, but she is known to lie, and so if these things can be compatible, please read along. 

She is also the most honest creature I know. 

Chapter 2

Daffodil and Pupcake are the kinds of friends that prefer inside to outside. They like to play checkers and have long cups of tea. They never run out of things to talk about, except for at 4 o'clock in the afternoon, by which time they have shared most of their stories, and so they set out for Starbucks.

4 o clock is the perfect time to enter Starbucks if you are an odd creature trying to avoid attention. Most people are virtually sleep-walking in the afternoon, and all they want is their frothy coffee with sugar on top. This works in D and P's favor. If people do notice them, they hold perfectly still, and then when the person gets closer, D will jump into their face, and scream. P will bite the person's finger between her teeth, because folks are always trying to pet the top of her head. She mutters, "wish you were a cracker," as they pull their finger away in shock. No one hears her, but they know what she means. 

And then they get their lattes, and people leave them alone. 

These are the self-defense mechanisms you have to employ if you are going to be out there, odd. Can you imagine how much a zoo or pet store would pay to have these kinds of creatures on-hand. 

D and P imagine it. That's why they play. It safe.