Floops Fooglies

Discclamer: Again.... I OWN NOTHING... NODDA... NIENTAE!

Rating: Uh... G I guess... maybe PG for bad spelling... LOL

The ten year old boy sat on his bed with his little ball of clay, wondering what to do with it. For his tenth birthday, his father Semore Floop gave him the clay. He took it out of the container, but just stared at it. He didn't want to mess it up, it looked so perfect the way it was. All of a sudden his father came into the room and sat on his bed next to him and frowned.

"Fegan. Your sapposed to play with it, not stare at it." Semore laughed. Fegan looked up at him blankly. "Here let me show you." He took the clay and molded it into a funny looking blue elephant. Fegan laughed at the silly excuse for an animal and took it from his dad.

"I can do better than that!" He said,

"Oh yeah, prove it!" Semore said back, jokingly. Fegan took the clay and sculpted it into a funny looking creature. "Now, what it that?" Semore asked.

"Its... a... Fooglie!"

"A fooglie?"

"Yeah, Its a fooglie, and when I'm older I'm going to make my own T.V. show and show the world." He said. "It'll be number one!"

"I'm sure it will be." He said, rubbing his sons hair, messing it up and went downstairs to make dinner.

"Will you put that clay down and eat your supper?" Semore asked. "Your soup is getting cold."

"I can't sculpt fingers!" Fegan complained. "I can make thumbs, but I can't make fingers!"

"Then make a hand with only thumbs!" His dad said, "After you eat." Fegan didn't listen to his dad. Instead he made a hand of thumbs. He looked at it, but it didn't look right. He took the thumbs and plaised them in different areas so that it looked like a person. "Is that another Fooglie?" Fegan shook his head.

"No this... this is... a... thumb thumb!"

"Your a strange kid you know that!" Semore laughed. "Probably get that from your mother." Fegan looked up at his father at the mention of his mother.

"Dad, where is mom? And don't tell me she's sleeping, because I'm a little old to believe that!" Fegan thought about it a moment. "Mums in heaven isn't she?" Semore nodded. "Is it because of me?" Fegan asked, eating a spoon full of his now cold soup and wincing.

"No! Fegan don't you ever say that!"

"Uncle Marti told me... He said she died and it was all my fault."

"Then why did you ask me what happened to her?"

"Because... I guess I just needed to hear it from you."

"Its not your fault Fegan. Don't you go blambing yourself for that."

"When did she die?" Semore sighed.

"Ten years, today." Fegan nodded sadly and finished his soup. "May I go to my room? I want to make some more Fooglies." Semore nodded and Fegan took off up the stairs.

TBC.... Sry Its late, I'm tired and I got school tommorow.... lol... not fun.... PLZ R&R!