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This story  is  about  two  putniks.  I  suppose  you’ve  never  heard  of  a  putnik?  Well,  that  makes  sense.   They  don’t    really  like  to  hang  around  humans ever since we invaded the forest where they lived. Well,  anyway,  since  you’ve  never  heard  of  them,  you'll need a description. They are normally around three centimetres tall (almost nearly a metre and a half in putnik measurements) and they are kind of shaped like a small leaf. They are super fluffy and can be all colours of the rainbow. They have big, innocent brown eyes and most of them are afraid of strangers. They have skinny arms and legs. They normally live in bushes or big, hollowed out trees. They also have super jumping power! The first putnik in this story goes by the name of Zongo. He was exactly two centimetres and nine millimetres tall. He was a red putnik who groomed himself regularly. He was out on his daily walk enjoying the warm breeze in his fur and the sunshine on his head when suddenly he got tapped on the shoulder. He whirled around only to see a frizzy green putnik who obviously had never groomed herself in her lifetime. “Hello!”   she   exclaimed. Zongo, being very afraid of strangers himself, walked away from her, towards his tree. But little did he know, Frizzy Green was following him. Zongo went inside his home and made himself a nice, hot cup of tea. You can imagine his surprise when he looked up from his tea and saw Frizzy Green in front of him, sipping on a chocolate milkshake! Zongo swallowed his mouthful of tea and moaned,   “Look.   I   don’t know who you are or why you are following  me,  but  just  tell  me  what  you  want  with  me!” Frizzy Green stopped drinking her milkshake.  “I’m  Thonny  and  I've  been  looking  for  someone  to   come and see the outside world  with  me?” “What?”  Zongo  laughed.  “No  way!  We’d  be  attacked  by  birds and caterpillars and all other sorts of monstrous  creatures!  Never!” Thonny   sighed.   “Okay.   I’ll   go   find   a   cold,   hard   pebble   to   sleep   on.   And   if   I’m   lucky   I   could   eat   some  mud.” She started shuffling her feet towards the door. Zongo  didn’t  like  to  see  a  putnik in despair. Thonny had  just  turned  the  doorknob  when  Zongo  sighed,  “Wait.” Thonny  turned  and  grinned  at  Zongo.  “Yes?” “I’ll   go,”   he   mumbled.   Thonny   jumped   up   and   punched   the   air.   Zongo introduced himself and so Thonny spent the evening with Zongo, helping him pack. Zongo gathered some soft leaves for her to sleep on for the night. The next day they set off, leaving the little putnik village behind. Zongo was starting to regret this more and more. They walked for what seemed like hours until the sun started to sink. “Where  are   we  going  to  sleep?”  Zongo  asked  Thonny.   “In  this  cave. It seems pretty dry,”  Thonny  said  as  she  gestured  to  it. Zongo moaned as he unpacked his sleeping bag. He was much more used to his safe bed in his tree. They had a parsley leaf each for dinner and then they got into bed. When Zongo finally fell asleep he dreamed about hot cups of tea. In the morning they decided to walk further into the rainforest. Zongo and Thonny told jokes to each other and made each other crack up. Zongo was starting to enjoy his decision to come with Thonny. They walked for a bit more until they heard growling.

“What was  that?”  Zongo  asked  nervously.   “Warties,”  Thonny  said  with  bitterness.   “WHAT  IN  THE  WORLD  ARE  WARTIES!?!?”  Zongo demanded. Thonny scowled. “Warties   are   gruesome   ogres   that wear togas and are covered in hairy warts. But don't be scared. They  can  smell  fear.”   That  didn't  help  Zongo’s  scaredness. The growling became louder and louder until they were surrounded by nine warties, each roughly 100 putnik metres tall (that's 2 metres in actual metres). Zongo yelped and jumped up into a tree and watched  Thonny  fight.  Wow,  Zongo  thought.  She’s  amazing  with  swords. After Thonny had knocked out all of the warties Zongo jumped down from the tree. “You’re  really  good  at  fighting  warties,”  he  said  with  amazement.   “Thanks,”  Thonny  replied.  “But  we’ve  got  to  get moving. They  won’t  stay  like  that  forever.”   And so they walked off to find some shelter. They  couldn’t  find  anywhere so they made a shelter out of old wooden planks that were lying on the ground. It wasn't bad, actually. Before the sun started to set Thonny spent the rest of the day teaching Zongo how to use swords. Dinner that night was WAY better than parsley leaves- it was PISTACHIO NUTS! Pistachio nuts are considered a delicacy amongst putniks. And sometimes travelling putniks (like Thonny and Zongo) keep the shells to make shelters later on! So that was exactly what they were doing. When the putniks finally fell asleep, they dreamt about the same thing: PISTACHIO NUTS. When  they  woke  up,  they  decided  to  go  into  a  swamp  because  they  heard  there’s  a  hut  with  an  old   man that sells pistachios. They were too busy looking at the map to see where they were going, so before they knew it, they were halfway up to their knees in sinking mud (which is what we would call quicksand). The two putniks were both FREAKING OUT. Even THONNY didn't know how to get them out of it! They were thrashing their arms around and screaming. They thought they were about to die because they were now up to their fur-covered bellybuttons in sinking mud. But suddenly the tiny creatures got lifted up by a giant hand. Thonny went to thank the person who had just saved their lives but they certainly got a shock when they saw it was a wartie! “Please  don't  kill  us!”  pleaded  Zongo.   “Relax!”  said  the  wartie.  “I  won’t  eat  you.  I’m  a  vegetarian wartie. My name is Rex.  Who  are  you?”   “I’m  Thonny  and  this  is  Zongo,”  replied  Thonny.  “Thank  you  for  saving  us!” “You’re  welcome.  Now  I’ve  got  to  go,”  said  Rex  as  he  rushed  off.   Thonny didn't really know what to say. But Zongo had a LOT to. “Aww,”   he   groaned.   “Now   my   hair’s   all   messed   up   and   muddy. What will I do? I didn't bring a brush OR shampoo OR conditioner! This  is  probably  the  WORST  thing  that’s-”  Thonny  just  sighed   and pulled him along to the pistachio hut.

When they arrived at the pistachio hut unfortunately, there was no man selling them. But fortunately, there WERE a lot of pistachios! They were just about to go back to their shelter made out of wooden planks, but it was night time and outside was crawling with warties. So they spent that night in the pistachio hut. Before they went to bed, they both thanked Big Spot that the wartie saved them. (Big Spot is the God who putniks pray to.) The next day they trekked off into the desert, avoiding all cacti and possible wartie hiding places. They did nothing much but conserve their energy and talk. If they had anything to talk about, that is. When it was drawing closer to the night, they made a hut out of pistachio shells. Over the next five days they took turns of gathering food so that they wouldn't die of starvation. When they had had enough of the desert, they left to find a new place. On their way, they found a small hole. “Should we  jab  a  stick  into  it?”  asked  Zongo,  who  had  become  slightly  more  adventurous.   “I   will,”   volunteered Thonny, reaching for the nearest stick. She jabbed at the hole. For three seconds, nothing happened. Then suddenly the poor putniks were sucked into a sandy whirlpool. After they recovered from the dizziness, they opened their eyes and found that they were on a bridge inside a VERY big underground cave. They were being held at the top of their furry heads by a very hideous wartie. The wartie was walking across the bridge to a giant throne made out of pistachios.   (Thonny   and   Zongo’s   mouths   both   watered   at   the   sight, until they realised they were only the shells.) Occupying the throne was the LARGEST and by FAR the most HIDEOUS wartie Thonny and Zongo had ever seen. He was sleeping, and purple drool poured out of his mouth. The putniks estimated that he was 154 metres (308cm) tall. The wartie holding the putniks plopped them in front of  the  giant  wartie’s very bad smelling toes. “I  guess  this  is  the  grand  wartie,”  Zongo  whispered  to  Thonny.  Zongo  had  thought  that  he  would  be quiet enough so as not to wake up  the  grand  wartie,  but  he  was  wrong.  The  wartie’s  eyes  shot  open   and he let out an ear-splitting roar. “RRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”   he   bellowed.   “Who   dares wake me from my slumber! I was having an awesome dream! It was about me prancing through  the  daisy  fields...” He grinned, as if he was dreaming of the daisies right then. But then he looked at his feet and his smile melted into a scowl. “So  it  was  YOU!!!!!!!!”  He  was  so  angry,  you  could  practically  see  smoke  coming  out  of  his  ears   and nose. “GUARDS!!!!  Kill  these fiends!”   Zongo and Thonny were in no position to stay put, so they ran like madmen. Or madwomen, in Thonny’s case. The warties were on their heels, while female warties (who were much less warty, maybe one or two warts) knitted scarves and sword sheathes and looked after their babies. (What? All warties have to come from SOMEWHERE.) That gave Thonny an idea. She  grabbed  Zongo’s  hand  and  used  her  super  jump  power  to  jump  over  the  horde.   “What  in  the  name  of  Big  Spot  are  you-?” Zongo said, flabbergasted.

“No time.  Warties.  Follow,”  Thonny  puffed. She swung Zongo over her shoulders (that were way stronger than they should have been,) and raced towards the girl warties. When they got there, they asked politely if they could sit in their laps. They reluctantly said yes, and so for the first time ever in history, putniks pretended to be baby warties. The mother warties covered the putniks in blankets so that they looked more like babies. The warties who were supposed to be killing them were looking for them frantically. Eventually they gave up and went to their rooms. The grand wartie sighed and sulked back to his. When they were sure that the coast was clear, they hopped up and graciously thanked the female warties. “No  problem  at  all,”  the  mother  looking  after  Thonny  smiled.  “Would  you  like  to  keep  the  blankets?   I  made  them  myself.”   Thonny thought about how soft and warm the blankets were. “Yes,  thank  you,”  Thonny  replied.   Zongo hurriedly stuffed the blankets into his backpack. Thonny grabbed Zongo, who was saying a quick thank you, and jumped through the ceiling to the desert. There was silence, and then Zongo chuckled. This started a laughing fest between the two of them that lasted for fifteen minutes until they calmed down and walked back to the putnik forest. By the time they arrived back at  Zongo’s  house,  it  was  night  time.   “Bye!” Zongo  said  to  Thonny  cheerily.  “I  had  fun.  Thank  you  SOOOO  much  for  taking  me  on  my   first  adventure.”   Thonny forced a smile. “Yeah.   Bye,”   Thonny   said   as   Zongo   closed   the   door.   Zongo   heard   a   large   sigh   followed   by   feet   shuffling away. Zongo became suddenly aware that Thonny didn't have a home, because she had told Zongo before that she needed to sleep on a cold, hard, pebble. He quickly ran out the door and caught up to Thonny. “Thonny,”  he  said.   She looked up. “Yeah?”  Zongo  looked  at  her  with  utter  seriousness. “Would   you   like   to   share   my   home   with   me?” he asked. Thonny   raced   to     Zongo’s   front   door. Zongo smiled. I’ll  take  that  as  a  yes, he thought. He went inside his tree and made tea for Thonny and himself. The two putniks became best friends and had tea and chocolate milkshakes every day.


Zongo the Putnik