The Chronicles of Weirdness

~Part One~

By: the mucous membrane, with supporting fibrous tissue, covering the tooth-bearing border of the jaw (Aka: Gums)

 

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Slap slap slap slap!

Balto opened one eye to see Boris walking across the deck of the boat. Yawning, the wolf-dog heaved himself up and stretched.
 

''What's up, Boris?'' asked Balto, walking over to his adoptive father.

''Oh, Balto!'' said Boris, who was now slip-slapping into the cabin. ''There is someone who wants to meet you. He is waiting for you beside the boat. But beware! He's a very strange one,''  the goose added, tapping his head with a pin feather.
 

Balto looked over the port side of the boat. What he saw made his hair stand on end. He saw a moose. Sitting cross-legged. Munching on a piece of paper.

 

 

Balto stood staring at the stranger for half an hour. Then he made up his mind to meet the moose.  
 

''Err, hey there,'' said Balto, awkwardly.
 

The moose spat out the half eaten bit of paper, then frowned.  ''Ah, there you are!'' he said, with a heavy Southern American accent. '' Boy you wolves have a nerve, don't you? Chasing us moose about AND eating us!''
 

''W...well, actually,'' stammered Balto. '' I'm not exactly a wolf. I'm a wolf-dog!''
 

''Don't try to wheedle you way out of it!'' snorted the moose. ''Wolf. Wolf-dog. You  all share the same Wolf Blood!''
 

Balto's eyes widened and he looked about him, not knowing what to say. He sat down, flummoxed.
 

''Now,'' continued the big deer. ''Would you just leave us alone for a bit this year? It's going too far.''
 

''Errrrrrrrrrrrrrr. . . okay then.''
 

''Good, good.'' The moose (whose name was Cliff) smiled. Now he thought for a little while. He grabbed the paper on which he had been chewing vigorously, snatched up a rusty pen which had been lying in a tin can for forty odd seasons, and offered them to Balto. ''Do you mind signing this piece of paper? You know, just to make it all official.''
 

Balto said he would certainly sign it. He picked up the pen in his mouth and scribbled on the paper Cliff had carefully smoothed out on the ground, just in front of his paws.
 

'Thanks,' said Cliff.
 

Then he walked away, leaving the heavily snow-soaked, ink-blotched paper with Balto.
 

When the moose had moved off about thirty feet, Balto picked up the paper and started chewing. He swallowed it, before shouting out to Boris.
 

''Hey, Boris! I'm gonna find out where that moose lives.''
 

Boris, mop in wing, looked over the bulwark, down at Balto. ''What? Are you crazy? How come you keep on chasing these moose? Soon you chase every moose out of Alaska!''
 

Balto smiled. ''Don't worry, Boris, I'll only chase him 'til he reaches his herd.''
 

Boris smacked his goosey head against the mop handle. He sighed. ''Okay, okay. Go.'' And he took the mop with him back into the cabin.
 

Balto laughed a bit, then turned towards Cliff. He leapt into action, running, running, running,, running, running, running , slipping, running, running, running . . .

 

~End of Part One~

 

 

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~Now For Part Two~

Balto watched as Cliff weaved through the trees, ducked under branches and jumped over logs. The wolf-dog began to feel a bit dizzy, and wondered if Cliff did too, but he raced on, determined not to loose sight of the moose.

From above, Balto then heard a cry of a raven. He looked up at it, and it looked down at him. It cried again. Balto was so busy watching it, he didn't notice the average wooden chair standing right infront of him. He ran into it and fell to the ground.
 

A bright light came from the sky, lighting up the whole hundred acre wood, and nearly blinding some guy who happened to be in the area. It was jaw-dropping. It was amazing.
 

Balto got up, blinking like crazy. ''Wh-what?'' he mumbled, very dazed. Then everything went dark again, except for a little circle of light in the distance. Balto walked slowly to it, squinting.
 

Under the light, a figure of a dog started to form. It was a brown dog.
 

''Oh, it be brown . . . Can't be mom then . . .'' whispered Balto, full of wonder. As he got closer, he started to reconize the dog. ''Daddy?'' Balto breathed, eyebrows raised.
 

''Son,'' said the dog, in a fatherly way and grinning the biggest grin a dog can manage.

 

 

A big grin also spread across Balto's scruffy face as he ran to his dad. ''Oh Pop! I've so many questions to ask you! Like, where've you been all these years? What was that random chair doing in the middle of a hundred acre wood? Were you that raven I saw? How come you're here, instead of mom? I do hope you have enough time to answer these seriously important questions!''
 

''Errrr,'' said the dog, smiling awkwardly. ''My son, there is a time for question asking, and a time for asking questions on quests. This is quest questioning time,'' he said in a patronizing way.
 

''Okay then, Pop. What's this quest thing all about?''
 

''I don't know, that's what you have to find out!'' his father whispered, in a haunting way. ''So go and find out what the quest is, then you can get on with the quest.'' Balto's dad sniggered. ''Pretty good answer, eh?''
 

Then he disappeared. A-a-a-and the light disappeared too.
 

(A few mins later)
 

''Okay-yyy, now where shall I start lookin'?'' said Balto to himself.

 

 

~End of Part Two~

 

Credits to my older sister, Windhowler, and my little bro, Kekang, for helping me out with this story. More to come soon! :D (hopefully)

 

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