Disclaimer:
I don't own any of the characters in Garth Nix's books Sabriel,
Lirael and Abhorsen or anything by Dr. Seuss; I do however own the
thought of making this story so there Suck on that Ricky Martin SUCK
ON THAT!
Note: Just to tell you I have made a few minor
changes to the story and not all of it will rhyme
But the Mogget Who lived just north of Belisierre Did Not
The Mogget hated Christmas
The whole Christmas season
Now, Please don't ask why.
No
one quite knows the reason.
It could be that his collar was
too tight
It could be that Ranna wasn't too light
But I think the most likely reason of all
May be that his brain is 10 sizes too small.
He
is a cat after all
But, Whatever it be his collar or the bell
He stood on Christmas Eve wishing the villagers into hell.
Staring down from his cave with a sour fishy frown
At the light up houses below in the town
For he knew every villager down in Belisierre beneath
Was
busy now kissing under a mistletoe wreath (hey, it could
happen)
"And they're hanging their stockings!" he
snarled with a sneer.
"Tomorrow is Christmas! It's almost here!" "Damn it" The Mogget growled
with his paws nervously twitching
"I
have to stop this shitty Christmas from coming"
For,
Tomorrow he knew all the Belisierre's girls and boys (ones who
weren't under the Mistletoe)
Would wake up bright and early.
They'd rush for their toys.
And then all that noise, even Astarael couldn't drown out all that noise noise noise noise
That
was the one thing he hated the most was the damn noise noise noise
noise
Then the villagers, young and old would sit down to a
feast.
And they'd feast, and then feast some more (ya get the picture? well fine they'll be really bloated and passing gas like old people)
They would eat pudding, and the rare Kerrigor roast beast
Which
was something the Mogget couldn't stand in the least!
And THEN
They'd do something really idiotic He liked least of all!
Every villager the tall and the small (all vocally challenged)(like u Kali? And me of course)
Would stand as close together as physically possible after stuffing their faces
And with the Necromancer's bells ringing
They would stand hand in hand, and then the villagers would start singing!
Some going into death, some falling asleep, but they were still singing!
They'd sing and sing and sing
And the more the Mogget thought of this village's horrible singing,
The more he thought, "I must stop this whole thing from coming"
"Why, it's been 100 Abhorsens I've put up with this now!
I MUST stop Christmas from coming but how?"
Well, the Mogget accidentally rung Ranna on his collar and fell into a nap plagued by thoughts of Christmas until he Woke up 30 minutes later.
The Mogget got an idea, after remembering what he had been thinking about.
AN Awful Idea (worse than some of Sameth's ideas)
The Mogget got and wonderfully-awful-therapy-until-your-thirty-idea.
"I know just what to do!" the Mogget laughed in his kitty throat.
And he made a quick kitty sized Santa hat and dyed his fur coat
And he chuckled "What a really lame trick,
But it doesn't matter, the villagers' skulls are so thick"
"All I need is a sleigh and a reindeer" The Mogget looked around
And noticed nothing living to be found
"I'll just summon one then", The Mogget said
And before you know it there stood a dead hand
"You will pull the sled", The Mogget laughed
Then he took out some bags
And empty old sacks (once filled with kitty litter)
On a very old sleigh
He hitched up the hand
Then The Mogget said, "Go already"
And the sleigh started
Toward the homes of those damn villagers
Where
they lay a-snooze (what the hell?) in houses
All their windows
were dark.
Quiet snow filled the air.
All the villagers were dreaming sweet dreams (probably about their honeys) without a care
When he came to the first hut on the square
"This is stop number one", the Mogget hissed
And
he jumped to the roof, empty bags in his "fist"
He
slid down the chimney.
A not so tight pinch
But, if a fat old guy could do it, then so could a cat
He didn't get stuck for a moment or two,
Instead he fell and hit his head on the flue.
He stuck his head out to see the villagers nasty stockings all hung in a row.
"These
gross stockings are gonna have to go"
Then he crawled and
slunk, with a smirk most unpleasant,
But that was probably from the stench of the dead hand
Around the whole room he took all the presents
Bells, Charter books, drums, Chessboards, popcorn and plums!
And he stuffed them in bags.
Then the Mogget, very nimbly (well duh he's a cat)
Stuffed
all of the heavy bags up the chimney.
Now he slunk to the "ice
box" he took the villagers feast!
He took the pudding, and the Kerrigor roast-beast!
He cleaned out the icebox as quick as a cat
And
then he did his taco dance around a hat
He then stuffed all
the food up the chimney with glee
"And now to stuff up that stupid ass tree"
And the Mogget grabbed the tree with his amazing free magic strength
And gave the tree a shove
But he suddenly heard the sound like a coo of a dove
He turned around fast turning into the albino man
And when he turned to look there was a villager!
Little Lirael who happened to be the Abhorsen-in-waiting and so
Mogget was forced back into the white cat form
He had been had by this so-called Clayr's Daughter
Who'd gotten up for a tiny glass of water
She stared at Mogget with a frown oh-so-bitter
And said "Why? Mogget? I know you're grumpy but why?"
Mogget thought up a quick lie
"I'm letting your family have Christmas at my house tomorrow and so I'm moving your things there"
The fake Santa clause lied
His fib fooled the girl and he patted her on the head
He got her a drink (not water) and sent her back into her bed
And when Lirael was in bed with her cup
He
went to the chimney and stuffed the tree up.
Then the last
thing he took was the log for their fire (one log?)
Then he went up the chimney himself that poopy old liar.
On the walls he left nothing but wire
He thought he was being generous
And the one tiny speck of food he missed in the house
Was a crumb too small for even a mouse
Realizing he'd forgotten that he took that too
Leaving the house bare and filled with starved mouses
Then he did the same thing to the other 500 houses
Leaving
behind him thousands of starving mouses.
It was almost dawn,
and his dead hand was getting weak
He had to get to the peak
For at the top of the Clayr's glacier he would dump this crap
Framing
the Clayr so they can take the wrap
But the damn sun rose a
little too early
And the Mogget's hand went back into death
The Mogget tried to think with his very small brain
And then he thought he heard a train
Sabriel was running up to him looking ever so pissed
She
swung her hand at the cat but if the cat wasn't so slow she would
have missed.
Sabriel took all of the presents back to the town
Leaving the Mogget with a very big frown
Sabriel had increased the size of the bell on his collar
Now it was as heavy as 1,000,000 gold dollars
The Mogget lay there, face cold in the snow
And
what happened next no one quite knows.
Sabriel had gotten
hungry on her way back to the village and eaten the feast
So that night instead of Kerrigor they ate the-not-so-pleasant-Mogget- roast-beast.
Note: Well, that was my first ever rhyming fanfic thingy on a book! um, review just for the hell of it! I want you to answer these questions Changes? what could be better? From 1-10 1 being lowest 10 being highest what would you rate this as? Should I make an actual Sabriel, Lirael, Abhorsen fanfiction? If so any Ideas?Well, thanks, I have about 6 other Anime fanfics for finish first but that won't take too long, see? I'm gonna type those now so bye! REVIEW!
