Sequoia Coast [NaWOWriMo] You should not bite wizards

5. Your toon woke up as an object - toy. Inspired by J.R.R.Tolkien's "Roverandom"

It is a truth universally acknowledged that you should not irritate wizards by biting their fingers. It is also a universally acknowledged truth that little puppies have very little understanding of, how the world works, and they therefore get in trouble. Here is a little story of, how Elfie of Firebirds ended up lying in the sand on the shores. 

You see, around the time his first teeth began to hatch through his gums neither his mother, nor his father - as devoted and adoring they were - had not been particularly thrilled to become chew toys for their offspring. Therefore the kid was provided with a rabbit's foot, which he had been joyously munching on in the warm April sunlight in front of his den, when someone came by. 

"What have you got there?" and old man's voice reached his ears and the puppy stared up to meet a giant with a long, white beard. Knowing that he was in tough competition for this prized thing with Weejay, Elfie clenched that foot, which had already suffered, tightly and growled at the man. 

He did not seem to take it seriously, leaned down, reached for the chew-toy and ended up yelling and ouching, and throwing his hands in the air with a little, reddish-brown puppy latched tightly on one of his fingers. Eventually he managed to shake him off. "Nasty thing!" the wizard growled, murmured a few words and all of a sudden Elfie felt the world around him become bigger and bigger, while he became stiff and hardly able to move. 

The wizard leaned down, picked the now toy-Elfie up and put him in his pocket. Where the boy had remained, until he had managed to gnaw a hole in the fabric and squeeze out of his trap. The wizard did not notice a thing, but the now toy-puppy remain lying in the sand on the shores, contemplating his next move.

Driftwood was kicking moodily along, wandering noplace in particular. His paws dragged despondently on the earth and his tail drooped along with them up until he caught scent and then sight of an interesting bit of fluff. Oh, hey—a rabbit's foot? He brightened a little, and moved curiously closer to give the thing the once-over. It looked like it had been well-loved, and understandably so given how delicious it smelled...but Driftwood wondered why such a prized possession had been left lying out in the dirt in the open. He rolled the thing over a time or two inquisitively with his nose after glancing all about and noting with some confusion that there was no wolf in sight. There were however some strange tracks in the dirt, he noted, ones that rang a strange distant bell in his mind but couldn't quite be placed. And—

Driftwood's ears perked forward and he moved past the abandoned rabbit's foot. There, slumped on the ground, was a bizarre little pouf of an object—one that looked something like a tiny wolf pup but didn't really smell or sit quite right. Looking bewilderedly about gave him no further clues, so Driftwood tiptoed closer, eyes wide. He sniffed deeply, and then moved his snout in closer to give the thing a curious nudge. But as his nose leather touched upon the object, he felt a sudden fizzing sensation that quickly buzzed its way down his spine and all the way down to his toes. Drift yelped and leapt back, but it was too late. Whatever residue of freakish magic remained on the little toy had already latched onto him instead, and he thudded to the ground with a thump and a clatter, his limbs suddenly stiff and uncooperative and his tired eyelids refusing to properly blink. What in the world—?!

Similar predicament for Driftwood, I think! Turned into an object of some sort.

Even if Elfie had been able to make some sounds, he would not have been able to warn the wolf, who approached him. He had not mastered the art of talking yet. However, he did try to squirm and show the least bit protest against being nosed and nudged, and - oh, please, no! - being eaten. He now recalled all the toys he had shredded to bits with a feeling of remorse. He did not want to experience their fate.

He did not. Something else happened. The curious wolf next to him froze, shrunk and moments later he was in the same inconvenient shape as Elfie was. Sucks, huh? The boy turned his head stiffly and gave as sympathy-ful look as his black button eyes were able to give. They would have lied in the sand - quiet and resigned - for a very long time, were it not for the moonlight that broke free from the thick cover of clouds and shed it's light over the two toy-wolves. 

Then a miracle happened - while Elfie was still a toy, he had more freedom of movement, he could even wag his tail, though barking was still not an option. There were other means of communication at hand though. He walked toyishly over to his companion and nudged him gently to see, if he had been granted the same charm.

[The dream, however, did not proceed any further than there. Someone shifted in the sleep and managed to wake up Elfie. He blinked against the darkness of the den he shared with his little family, was relieved to find that he was still a little, lovely, cub and fell asleep again. This time - for more pleasant dreams.]