Pompods

20

Ezo had always been proud of the final form he'd chosen as it afforded him many advantages. He was impervious to most forms of physical damage and he could imitate almost anything with his free flowing bones. Best of all, he was incredibly silent when he moved and this had become a great advantage when sneaking up on the others to give them a small fright.

He'd decided to see if Zaree was teaching the podlings, but had found the teaching grounds empty. Undeterred, he thought his next choice was to head to the silver lake and see how the assembly of what the others were calling a ship, was doing. It was a fairly safe bet that he would find others by the lake as they observed the assembly of this ship and the antics of the Memees was always good entertainment.

He rolled up to a spot closest to the ship and positioned himself with what he thought was a good viewing spot and settled in to watch the action begin.

A few Memees hadn't heard him roll up behind them. They turned to walk away and instead walked into a round, almost invisible object.

His head drifted down as he rolled backwards to greet the three Memees, firmly pressed up against him. "Hello. Can I offer some assistance?" he queried them.

They gurgled in unison and sent small vibrations rippling through his gelatinous body. It was probably the closest he could get to being tickled.

"Hmm, hmm, hmm," he giggled. "Very well, something new then would be in order."

"Pop."

"Pop."

"Pop," they responded one after another.

Ezo's body was utterly smooth and therefore nothing stuck to it. Memees on the other hand, tended to cling to things in the hopes that something interesting or entertaining would happen to them.

He rolled back slightly to raise them off the ground. His bones floated around in a vortex until they assembled themselves to look like someone holding a very long stick.

"Ready?" he said to the one on the right.

"Pop," it replied.

The little bone figure floated forward and took aim at the Memee on the right. It raised the long stick in a circular flourish, spun around and smacked the one on the left as hard as it could.

"Squeeeeeeee....." it said as it soared along and skimmed over the others who wondered what had just zoomed past them. Its trajectory was halted by one Memee that had looked up to see what was going on. It only succeeded it joining the impromptu flight path for a short distance before both skidded to a halt a short distance later.

"Not bad," said Ezo as he eyed the remaining two. "But I think we can do better. What do you two think?"

Clutched tightly to Ezo, the Memees gurgled enthusiastically as he rolled back again, but only slightly.

The tiny bone figure took aim at the Memee on the right again, took a few practice swings before it took one large step back and thwacked the other one instead.

"Squeeeeeeee.... pop... pop!" it jubilantly said as it soared upwards in a graceful arc. It landed solidly on the sand, just at the edge of the lake's water line.

"So close," said Ezo as his skull drifted down to peer at the remaining Memee with one eye.

It pressed its face tightly against Ezo and furiously gurgled at him, "Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop... POP!!"

"Oh, I haven't forgotten about you," he said as he rolled far enough back to position the tiny creature directly above him. "One must save the best for last."