~An extremely short note from the author, Bunny:
An idea I had that I probably should have let go to the place where all forgotten ideas go. I can't believe I'm actually writing this. Regardless, this story is dedicated to Yu-Gi-Oh! Zexal's Ringabel, the master of random fanfics!
Eevee had a cheesy blop, and it was his alone. It was big and round and delicious-looking, and because it was golden-yellow, it was very pretty. Eevee played with
the cheesy blop, batting it between his paws. He jumped and pounced and rolled with the cheesy blop to his heart's content, but when he caught it between his paws
once more, he stopped.
What was a cheesy blop? Well, naturally, it was something made of cheese, but what was a blop? Was that its unit of measurement? Was it a species? Was a blop
like a blob or a glop…? Which begged the question, what was a glop? Or was it glob? Did they call it glob because it's…globular…? Like a globe…?
Eevee's head hurt, and he still didn't know what a blop was. He was confused, so he frowned. Then he picked up his cheesy blop and went to find someone who
could help him. Down the street he trotted, carrying a cheesy bundle in his mouth. It took all his willpower not to eat it, because this was his cheesy blop, and no
store-bought cheesy blop could ever replace it.
His walk went on. Then Eevee stopped at the top of a hill and looked way up to a very tall person. He was very short, and it was a sunny day, so he couldn't see
them very well. But tall people knew a lot of things because their heads were higher up, and that's where all the cleverness is. Eevee set down his cheesy blop to talk.
"Excuse me, sir," he began politely, "Do you know what a blop is?"
The tall person didn't reply, because that person was a lamppost, and lampposts didn't talk. But Eevee didn't know this. He also didn't know how gravity or hills
worked, and the cheesy blop was rolling away down the street.
"Stop, blop!" Eevee shouted, running in pursuit. But the blop did not stop rolling [See what I did there?]. The cheesy blop kept rolling until it hit an oncoming car.
The car exploded. Eevee ran to the blop, frantic to see what had happened. But there was the cheesy blop, whole and well. It was just as pretty and yellow as before,
and he hugged it, not caring if he got cheesy. He was too happy to see that it was safe.
Maybe he'd find out what a cheesy blop is another day, but for now, he loved his cheesy blop, regardless of what it was.
The End
I…can't believe I lost sleep over that… But please review! If you like it enough, hey, I'll give you a sequel!
Peace out! ~Bunny