Wizki Tales

Poor Wizki is Bullied

Fiona loves Wizki very, very much, but not everyone feels the same way. Some people bully Wizki at ever chance they get.

When Fiona returned from a day’s shopping, with two new t-shirts and a beautiful pair of shoes, she made herself a cup of tea and slobbed out in the living room with Smithy and Wummy. Smithy is Fiona’s boyfriend. Wummy is Smithy’s friend who was visiting for the weekend. Smithy is normally a very nice person, caring and considerate, but when Wummy is around he becomes a stooge who obeys Wummy’s every word. Wummy is Smithy’s evil alter ego. The two had been given the task of babysitting Wizki while Fiona was out. But now she was home, Fiona couldn’t find Wizki anywhere.

“Have you seen Wizki?” Fiona asked the two movie-watching babysitters.

“No, we haven’t seen him for hours,” remarked Smithy, a little too innocently to be believable.

“Maybe he’s in the kitchen,” Wummy added, coyly.

Fiona went looking for the pup. There was something about the way Wummy spoke that suggested Wizki really was in the kitchen and that he might be in trouble.

The two boys waited for a racket to come through from the kitchen. Sure enough, Fiona shrieked and rushed back in, holding Wizki close to her heart. Wizki had a block of ice attached to his dripping nose and he had turned blue. Fiona was somewhat peeved:

“The Freezer? How did Wizki get into the Freezer?” she yelled, frantically attempting to warm the puppy up.

Smithy giggled. Wummy shrugged: “Maybe Wizki wanted to go into the freezer! Perhaps he asked us to put him there.”

“I don’t think he did,” Fiona replied. “I think he was put there by two bullying Bother Boys who like to torment helpless pups. Why did you put him in the freezer, other than sheer nastiness?”

“He said he was too warm,” Wummy fibbed.

“He said he wanted to be a Food Inspector when he grew up” Smithy also fibbed. “We told him he practice right now.”

“Don’t ever put my Puppy in the freezer again,” Fiona insisted, and ran off to run a bath to warm the creature up.

An hour later, with Wizki warm again but suffering chill blains, Fiona had to pop out to post a letter.

“I’m popping out for 5 minutes. I expect Wizki to be in good health when I return.”

“Come on, we aren’t that bad. We wouldn’t really hurt Wizki. Not really.”

Fiona wanted to believe Smithy but something inside her heart worried that bad things were afoot. Still, she needed to post an important work letter at the Post Office, so she knew she would have to risk it.

When she returned, the boys were sat on the sofa, sniggering. Fiona looked round the room for Wizki, but he was nowhere to be seen. Her heart sank:

“Where is he? What have you done to Wizki?”

“I don’t know what you are talking about, Smithy said. We haven’t touched him.”

Fi squared up to Smithy: “Have you put him in the freezer again?”

“Do you think we are so babyish we would put Wizki in the freezer?”

“Give us some credit for having a bit of imagination. We wouldn’t pull the same stunt twice.”

Fiona gave Wummy a withering look and went in search of the small one. She looked everywhere, in every nook and cranny throughout the flat. She couldn’t find him anywhere. No sign at all. She became worried. What had they done with him this time?

They watched her search with amused looks on their faces, passing cryptic comments like, ‘the whole thing’s going over her head’ and ‘things are looking up’, stupid comments that only made sense when Fiona fell back onto the sofa and looked up at the ceiling. There was Wizki, floating in a corner, tied to ten helium-filled party balloons, looking forlornly down at the ground thinking, ‘I used to live down there’.

“You bullies,” Fiona shouted, and jumped to grab Wizki. She couldn’t reach. She fetched a chair and still she couldn’t reach.

“I’ll get him down for you,” Wummy said conciliatorily. Fiona surrendered the chair to Wummy who plucked Wizki from his orbit of the flat and brought him back to earth. Fiona sighed in relief as she reached out for the pup, only for Wummy to let him go before Fiona got her hands on him. All she could do was watch him float back up to the ceiling with a bump. Wummy laughed out loud. Smithy hooted.

Fiona seethed. “Get him down, now!” she insisted.

“Say ‘please’,” Smithy teased.

“NOW!!!” Fiona shouted at the top of her voice and, suitably chastised and a little bit frightened, Wummy brought Wizki back to her caring arms. Wizki had a dazed look about him. He wasn’t used to floating round the ceiling, and he had bumped his head on both his ascents. Fiona cuddled him and made him feel safe. She offered her hard stare to the two smirking boys:

“I will never trust you two boys again,” Fiona stated.

The boys sat quietly. They knew they had done wrong.

But later that evening Fiona found she had to trust them. She was going out to the theatre with her friend Tracey, and she had to leave Wizki alone with just Smithy and Wummy in attendance.

When she returned, the first thing she did was check on Wizki. She found him alright, wrapped in cling film with two tiny holes for him to breathe.

“Right, that’s it,” she said, furious. “I will ensure Wizki gets his revenge.”

It took a couple of days of planning, but when Wummy returned home to Yorkshire, he didn’t realise that Wizki had placed in his backpack three angry wasps that became increasingly more angry as the journey went on. When Wummy opened his backpack back home, the wasps came out fighting and each took turns to sting him on the nose. His nose turned red and everyone he passed in the street laughed at him.

And as for Smithy, his revenge was easy. Fiona made sure she couldn’t make it to Wizki’s next Parent/Teacher meeting. Smithy had to go in her place. It was torture. Every Teacher in the school singled him out to let him know how naughty, disruptive and cheeky Wizki was. The Parents of the other pupils told Smithy off for letting Wizki distract their children’s attention from school work. The school caretaker presented Smithy with a bill for damage Wizki had inflicted on school property. Regardless of how naughty he and Wummy tried to be, Wizki could be ten times worse. Smithy was brow-beaten into submission.

It was a beautiful revenge.

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