Pishicu and the Wisdom Council: Part One
That was the one and only single word that was
circling around in Pishicu's head. It had been circling there since Christmas,
and the word didn't seem like it would stop circling anytime soon.
Why? Why did mom get me a little brother
for Christmas? Why did it have to be a Draik, one of the few rare species that
is coveted more than Poogles? Why did he get to be painted within a few weeks,
whereas it took Chipster MONTHS to paint me? Why does he have to get so much
attention? Why has he been getting so much stuff? And why is he so, so weird?
the nearsighted Strawberry Poogle thought to herself as she watched her owner
play with the new addition to the family with her Balthazar Plushie.
Chipster noticed her glaring at them from the
"Pishicu, would you like to play, too? I'm sure
Terskun wouldn't mind," Chipster called with a huge smile, totally oblivious
to what her Poogle was really thinking.
Pishicu shook her head vigorously, then straightened
their thick black glasses since they had slipped. Of course she didn't want
to play, and of course sweet little Terskun wouldn't mind. He was too much of
a nitwit to care. Besides, she didn't want to have anything to do with that
ugly little dragon.
"C'mon!" Terskun motioned to Pishicu with his
claws. He then waved his toys around as if to motion that he wanted her to join
That was the one of the odd things about Terskun.
He never spoke. Well, almost never. He spoke enough for Chipster to know
that he wasn't mute. Another odd thing was his weird Zen obsession. Everything
that went into his room had to be Zen, or at least black and white. He even
insisted that he was painted black and white! Talk about a weirdo. The last
weird thing Pishicu would notice about him was that sometimes a weird look would
spread over him like some kind of illness. He would stare up as if in deep thought,
though he was totally incapable of deep thought since he was so dumb. It had
taken him four whole books before his intelligence level had risen to slow;
now that was one extremely stupid pet! Besides, Terskun was so, so weird!
"No, that's okay, Terskun. I don't feel like
playing right now," Pishicu mumbled. There was a huge frown on her face and
she was looking at the Draik with the utter most spite.
"Then why are you clinging onto the staircase
railing and looking at us so strangely?" Chipster inquired brushed her brown
hair behind her ears like she always did when she was a little uncomfortable.
"I-I'm not looking at you!" Pishicu stuttered
in an appalled voice. "I'm looking at the kitchen to try to see if there's any
apples in there."
"We'll Pishicu, the apples would be in the refrigerator
so I seriously doubt you would be able to tell from there unless your glasses
have x-ray vision," Chipster mused.
Terskun smiled widely, his equivalent to a laugh.
Pishicu blushed and straightened her glasses
again, but said nothing else. She then speedily made her way up the stairs so
she wouldn't have to face her brother and owner anymore.
When she arrived in her cloud room she flopped
down on her bed miserably and buried her head in fluffy pink pillows.
"What's wrong?" Sparkle, her petpet Dragoyle,
scribbled on a yellow pad of paper with a pencil. When they had gotten him they
had taught him to write so that it would be easier to communicate, and given
him a pad of paper to always wear around his neck.
"Churscun," Pishicu mumbled through the pillows.
"I beg your pardon?"
"Terskun," Pishicu mumbled as she threw the
pillows off the bed. "Stupid, stupid Terskun!"
"What's wrong with Terskun? I rather like him,"
Sparkle remarked on his pad as he fluttered gracefully over to Pishicu.
"That's just it! Everyone likes him! I can't
Sparkle looked perplexed.
"I mean, it seems like everyone likes him more
than me! Chipster parts with her precious Neopoints just to get him, she gets
him painted Skunk during his second week alive, she plays with him a billion
times more than she ever plays with me, and his species is more liked than a
Poogle by most people! It's not fair! Besides, he's not cute, he's not funny,
he's not strong, and he's not even very smart! I can't understand why anyone
would like him better!" Pishicu whined. Fat, silent tears streamed down her
cheeks as she banged her pudgy fists on her bed.
Sparkle shook his head menacingly. "Pishicu,
this is a common ailment in new siblings. You've been an only child for quite
a long time, and now that a new pet has come in you feel neglected. I believe
it's called jealousy," the Dragoyle wrote in a messy scrawl. "I prescribe that
you get to know him better and maybe have a chat with Chipster about this."
Pishicu's eyes narrowed as she stared at Sparkle.
"Or I could be wrong."
"You bet your bottom that you're wrong! I am
NOT jealous of that little nimrod Terskun, and I am absolutely appalled that
you suggested it! And there is no way I could get to know him better since he's
too stupid! Besides, you're only defending him since he promised to take you
flying around Meridell with him and his Karren sometime!" Pishicu spat furiously.
"Well you're sure not going to take me flying
anytime soon..." Sparkle muttered under his breath.
"THAT'S IT, SPARKLE! OUT!!!" Pishicu screamed.
Sparkle's wings drooped slightly as he looked
at her longingly. "Sorry," he printed in small lettering as he slowly glided
As soon as Sparkle escaped from sight Pishicu
got up and slammed her door.
No one understood her plight, or her point of
view. She wished that stupid Terskun could just go away!
"Pishicu, are you all right? Sparkle just came
out and told me that you seemed a tad bit upset," Chipster called from outside
"Sparkle's an idiotic liar," Pishicu replied
"Pishicu, I don't know what this is about, but
if you would just tell me-"
"Why are you so suspicious? It's not about anything!
Go away! I'm not feeling well!" Pishicu screamed.
"Should I go get a cure from the Pharmacy?"
Pishicu rolled her eyes. Chipster was so completely
clueless the Poogle was astounded that she had been able to get a gold trophy
"No, I just need to rest a little bit. Just
leave me alone for a little while," Pishicu said as she buried her face in the
"Okay... Supper's in a little bit, but I bet
you'll sleep through that. I'll leave a little something out for you so you
can eat later. Is that okay Pishicu? Pishicu?" Chipster called gently. She tapped
on the door a bit, no reply. The girl opened it slowly to reveal a very pink
room. In the center lay a bed, with a Strawberry Poogle snoring gently on it.
Very quietly, Chipster crept over to her snoozing
"Goodnight Pishicu. Have sweet dreams," she
whispered as she tucked Pishicu in, placed her glasses on the bedside table,
and gave her a kiss on the forehead.
* * *
Pishicu dreamed strange dreams, and yet however strange they still seemed
real. There was a Draik shining with light, and then it went tumbling down into
darkness. The Draik then disappeared, and then an egg was formed. The rest of
the dream became very hazy, but it seemed very exciting. She then awoke with
a start, and it felt almost as if some sort of excitement left from the dream
was still burning inside her.
Suddenly there was a low groaning from her stomach,
and Pishicu became aware how absolutely starved she felt. After the Poogle retrieved
her glasses she gazed out the window to see that it was very dark. The moon
was waned and it was very hard to see, but Pishicu was getting that creepy feeling
that she was not alone. She walked slowly and quietly down to stairs so she
wouldn't wake anyone, and then worked her way from the Living Room and into
the Kitchen. She was happy to see a plate BBQ Pork on the table in her spot.
Pishicu tiptoed over to it, and was about to chow down when she heard voices
emitting from Terskun's room. What they where saying, and who they belonged
too, she did not know, though. All she knew was that one of the voices was Terskun's.
She had tried very hard to remember his voice since he so rarely spoke, so she
was almost positive that he was one of the one's speaking.
Could that be Chipster? Has Sparkle abandoned
me for my dopey little brother? Pishicu thought curiously. I have to
Very quietly, she walked over to the shut door
that led to Terskun's room. Pishicu then bent down and peered through the tiny
keyhole and raised an ear to the door so that she might be able to see who was
in there and hear what the occupants were saying.
The Poogle had to cover her mouth to keep herself
from gasping or screaming. For the person in the room was not Chipster, or Terskun's
Karren, or Sparkle. In all actuality it was a Faerie Cybunny with silver eyes
that Pishicu had never, ever seen before. And for some reason, in the depths
of her heart, she wished that she had never seen the Cybunny now.
To be continued...