Last Updated: September 7, 2009


... He Likes Me, He Likes Me Not ...


Christmas Varavan Spirit

It was a Christmas vacation day when Zick went to the ancient armory. Zob, his father, asked his son to deliver a Christmas gift to a maximum tutor Jeremy-Joth.

"So how's Zob?" The brown cat spoke.

"He's feeling better. He wanted to say sorry for not attending the Christmas party and for just delivering the gift right now," Zick replied.

"Tell him I understand. I wanted to visit him personally but I'm having second thoughts." He opened the rectangular-shaped gift and later found himself holding a book by Stephen King. "Oh my, what a lovely gift!"

Zick bowed. "I'm going to leave then. May I borrow a Flyvan?"

"It is their lunchtime so no."

"I understand."

"Tell Zob that I'll definitely enjoy his gift."

Zick bowed again.

.....

Zick stopped walking on a place where he could then call a varavan. Without doing any calling yet, a varavan stopped at his front. Someone was already on said varavan, Teddy. Zick felt delighted inside him.

.....

Despite the cloud of smog, Zick, who was currently riding on a varavan, was enjoying the views the could see. Too bad Teddy wasn't speaking anything. Neither was he.

'Damn,' Zick thought.

The varavan then reached Zick's home. Zick was about to tell the snyakutz driver to stop but Teddy beat him to it. The driver obeyed.

Zick jumped down. Then, the varavan moved again. Zick tried to look at Teddy but he could hardly see him because of the cloud of smog.

Staring at the moving varavan, he smiled.

The End