The Goodest Goodly: For the good of Goodlyton

Charpr FFFFFFFFFFFFfour: Goodly's Hero

The water was too wet for Goodly, so he chose to splash in the mud instead. 'Mud,' Goodly thought in a goodly manner, 'the goodliest of water.'

He stops mid jump, freezing in the air as he sniffs at the sky. Something is galloping towards him. He can smell it, for he has the goodliest of nostrils. He inhales a goodly sized leaf, feeling it tickle the inside of his nose. Goodly falls to the ground laughing in the only goodly way he knows how. "STAPH," He squirms, begging the leaf to tickle him no longer. "I SURRENDER."

Suddenly, he sneezes, flying backwards into a tree. 'That was a goodly sneeze.' Goodly thinks, wondering how to get his head unstuck from the inner parts of the tree. A large nose nudges his bum. Not a rude nudge, but a goodly one.

"Halp." Goodly pleads, feeling something grab onto his legs and pull on them. A small worm dances towards Goodly's face. It wiggles and slides so goodly, he gets put in a small trance. Finally, his head slips a little out of the tree, his trance being disrupted by who ever is pulling him. Goodly stares at the worm.

A memory hits him on the head, like a shovel hitting a gnome. Goodly is allergic to worms. He freaks out, thrashing his arms around. "Pull goodlier!" Goodly demands, knowing whatever it is that's pulling him isn't trying goodly enough. The worm senses his distress. It glides closer.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH" Goodly's screech of power flings the worm out of existence. It can hurt Goodly no longer, for it exists no longer. The screech of power is also what helped Goodly out of the tree. Goodly falls back, his noodle body knocking whatever was helping him down.

Goodly and his hero lay in silence, until Goodly feels something wet around his feet. 'Water.' His mind whispers, his heart racing. The water is far too wet for Goodly. What is he to do now? Walk around with his goodly shoes completely wet? No. That can't happen.

Before Goodly can screech another goodly screech, his hero lifts him off the too wet ground. Goodly is turned around, and he finally has a good look at his hero. His wonky eyes widen.

What stands before him is the most beautiful, elegant horse he has ever seen. It's body is perfectly round, like a voluptuous hippopotamus. Actually, as he looks closer, it starts to resemble a hippo. It's small ears and large body looking more like a hippo to him. But Goodly is pretty sure this is a horse, because Goodly has never been wrong in his entire life of living. Goodly has goodly eyes that would never deceive him. 'I know what this gorgeous creature truly is.' Goodly thinks in a goodly way. He rests his hands on the creature's nose.

A bird watches from afar, with much confusion, because Goodly and the creature have been staring at each other for five minutes now. The bird thinks it should give them a moment alone, so it flies away with goodly intentions.

Goodly pats the nose of the creature, pondering on what to call it. Finally, the goodliest of names comes to him. He leans towards the creature, looking into it's really small eyes. "Misshapen horse." He whispers at the creature. It snorts happily, smiling to show off its seven teeth. Goodly smiles in return, hopping on top of the misshapen horse and pointing towards the goodly town.

"Forwards, misshapen horse." Goodly pats his hero's booty as it bounces to Goodlyton. Goodly is sure, with misshapen horse by his side, he can save his friend.

'We are coming for you, top hat.'