The Tiny Lipoof

In the big wide world, there are many a place untouched by human hands.

One such place was a beautiful forest there was an old stump.

There in that old stump lived the Lipoof.

The Lipoof has curved ears and curled shoes. They wear a floppy hat on their head.

The Lipoof has a great big smile for a creature so small.

But the Lipoof did not smile very often because they felt alone.

The Lipoof was and is and always will be the only Lipoof in the entire world.

One day they had enough! They wanted to see the world.

So the Lipoof walked away from that old stump and started the journey of a life time.

The Lipoof walked in fields of mushrooms. The mushrooms were many a different color and size.

The journey was prettiest at night. Some of the mushrooms would glow.

Soon the world was nothing but flowers as far as the eye could see. They smelled very nice.

But the walking was very tiring and the Lipoof’s journey was becoming very long.

The Lipoof thought of turning back, going back to that old stump for the rest of their days.

“No!” Said the Lipoof, “I may be small but I will see the world.”

So, the Lipoof walked. And as they walked, though they were tired, they grew strong.

The Lipoof would climb up and down hills much too big for them.

The Lipoof would sail over ponds on leaves.

And every night the Lipoof would sleep under the stars.

One day on the Lipoof’s journey they heard a small cry. Concerned they followed the sound to a tall tree.

In the tree was a small creature crying on a branch. The creature had a fuzzy ears and fuzzy feet.

“Are you alright?” asked the Lipoof. The creature continued to cry.

The Lipoof worried for the creature searched a way to reach them. They found some long vines to climb.

The Lipoof used all their might to climb, climb, climb.

When the Lipoof reached the creature, they were much too tired to speak. The creature’s eyes went wide in surprise.

“Oh dear!” Said the creature. “Are you alright?” The Lipoof nodded.

“I came to help!” Said the Lipoof once they caught their breath. “What’s your name?”

“I am the Plomoon.”

“I am the Lipoof. Why are you crying?”

“I am all alone. I am the only Plomoon left in this world.” The Plomoon began to cry again. “I’m sorry. I’m a cry baby.”

“It’s okay to cry when you’re sad.” Said the Lipoof. “Would you like to hear a song?” The Plomoon nodded.

The Lipoof took their fiddle and played a lovely tune. They played music until the sun began to set.

“I feel a little better.” Said the Plomoon. “Thank you for sitting with me.”

“You’re welcome.” The Lipoof said with a great big smile.

“We should climb down.”

“Okay, but be careful.” When they reached the ground the Plomoon gave the Lipoof a hug.

“Thank you again!” The Plomoon said. The Lipoof waved to the Plomoon as they went home.

It was not the last time they saw the Plomoon. On the Lipoof’s adventure, when They was longing for a home, he found an old stump.

Next to the stump was a tiny house. And there in the tiny house lived the Plomoon.

That was when the Lipoof knew they found a home and they would no longer be all alone.