Disclaimer: none of these characters are mine, blah blah etc. oh, except
Hin-win the fuzzwug bug. Keep your filthy mitts off him!
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Dean was asleep. Ron however wasn't. Dean was tossing and turning so much that he had just fallen out of bed with a loud thump. Ron blinked, rubbed his head, then looked around for Scabbers. He was worried when he couldn't see him. What if Dean had squashed him? He frantically began searching the dorm. Meanwhile, in Dean's colourful dream, England were up 2 nil against Germany. Both Owen goals. The team were coming off the pitch for a half time break. He patted them all on the back congratulating them on a brilliant game. They sat on the benches draping towels over their shoulders while they listened to team manager talk (A/N. I have no idea who was England manager at the time). Dean listened intently nodding his head in agreement with what was being said. Then he stopped.
'Me?' he said 'You want me to go on?'
The manager nodded 'Yes fool. You're the youngest, best, richest, most good- looking player England has ever had. Of course you're going on. Show the world what you can do!'
Dean couldn't help smiling. This was it. His moment to shine. His debut England match.
He held his head high as they jogged back onto the pitch, smiling at the cheering crowd.
40 minutes later however, he wasn't smiling. Germany had managed to score 2 goals and there were only minutes left. If only I could have my chance, Dean thought to himself as he watched a brilliant save from the German goalkeeper.
Then the referee help up a hand. Penalty. Can I take it? He wondered to himself. Then as if to say yes, he found himself in front of a line of men standing between him and the goals. He looked down at the ball. It was shining a little in the sun. He looked around at the crowd. They were shouting, urging him on. He looked back down at the ball again-accept it wasn't a ball it turned purple and fluffy. Then two googly eyes popped out and a pink nose. Then a mouth. Dean stared.
'Hello.' He said
'Hello.' The thing replied in a squeaky voice.
'What are you?' Dean asked.
'A fuzzwug bug.'
'Oh. I'm Dean'
'My names Hin-win.' It said.
'Well I don't mean to be rude but can you sod off please? I'm trying to win the match.'
'Oogie boogie woogie!!!!!!!!!!!' Hin-win said.
'Er..sure.' Dean felt like kicking it. Then he realised there was no other ball so he did.
He watched as the fluffy purple thing went flying, flying.
But then he felt his nose twitch. He tried to rub it off but it wouldn't go away. He kept his eyes on Hin-win. It was nearly there. Then he saw the goalkeeper start to jump to the left. Would the fuzzwug bug make it? He never found out. The twitching began to hurt and then everything went dark.
Dean opened his eyes. There was the fuzzwug bug sitting on his face! No - wait. It was scabbers. Dean sat up and brushed the rat off his face.
'Arrghhhh! Scabbers!! I was about to win the match you stupid rat!'
Scabbers scuttled off towards the door. Ron stuck his head out from under his bed.
'Aha! There you are!' he shouted.
He crawled out and got to his feet, quickly grabbing the animal.
'You should keep that thing in a cage.' Dean said.
'Why? He's just a cute, sweet innocent lil rat.'
'Sure.' Replied Dean, still rubbing his nose.
Ok, it was rubbish I know. But no ever seems to talk about Dean and I thought he was a bit left out.
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Dean was asleep. Ron however wasn't. Dean was tossing and turning so much that he had just fallen out of bed with a loud thump. Ron blinked, rubbed his head, then looked around for Scabbers. He was worried when he couldn't see him. What if Dean had squashed him? He frantically began searching the dorm. Meanwhile, in Dean's colourful dream, England were up 2 nil against Germany. Both Owen goals. The team were coming off the pitch for a half time break. He patted them all on the back congratulating them on a brilliant game. They sat on the benches draping towels over their shoulders while they listened to team manager talk (A/N. I have no idea who was England manager at the time). Dean listened intently nodding his head in agreement with what was being said. Then he stopped.
'Me?' he said 'You want me to go on?'
The manager nodded 'Yes fool. You're the youngest, best, richest, most good- looking player England has ever had. Of course you're going on. Show the world what you can do!'
Dean couldn't help smiling. This was it. His moment to shine. His debut England match.
He held his head high as they jogged back onto the pitch, smiling at the cheering crowd.
40 minutes later however, he wasn't smiling. Germany had managed to score 2 goals and there were only minutes left. If only I could have my chance, Dean thought to himself as he watched a brilliant save from the German goalkeeper.
Then the referee help up a hand. Penalty. Can I take it? He wondered to himself. Then as if to say yes, he found himself in front of a line of men standing between him and the goals. He looked down at the ball. It was shining a little in the sun. He looked around at the crowd. They were shouting, urging him on. He looked back down at the ball again-accept it wasn't a ball it turned purple and fluffy. Then two googly eyes popped out and a pink nose. Then a mouth. Dean stared.
'Hello.' He said
'Hello.' The thing replied in a squeaky voice.
'What are you?' Dean asked.
'A fuzzwug bug.'
'Oh. I'm Dean'
'My names Hin-win.' It said.
'Well I don't mean to be rude but can you sod off please? I'm trying to win the match.'
'Oogie boogie woogie!!!!!!!!!!!' Hin-win said.
'Er..sure.' Dean felt like kicking it. Then he realised there was no other ball so he did.
He watched as the fluffy purple thing went flying, flying.
But then he felt his nose twitch. He tried to rub it off but it wouldn't go away. He kept his eyes on Hin-win. It was nearly there. Then he saw the goalkeeper start to jump to the left. Would the fuzzwug bug make it? He never found out. The twitching began to hurt and then everything went dark.
Dean opened his eyes. There was the fuzzwug bug sitting on his face! No - wait. It was scabbers. Dean sat up and brushed the rat off his face.
'Arrghhhh! Scabbers!! I was about to win the match you stupid rat!'
Scabbers scuttled off towards the door. Ron stuck his head out from under his bed.
'Aha! There you are!' he shouted.
He crawled out and got to his feet, quickly grabbing the animal.
'You should keep that thing in a cage.' Dean said.
'Why? He's just a cute, sweet innocent lil rat.'
'Sure.' Replied Dean, still rubbing his nose.
Ok, it was rubbish I know. But no ever seems to talk about Dean and I thought he was a bit left out.
