Why do I worship a Fuzzball?

Why Fuzzy?

Back to insanity...a.k.a home.

When you first came to his page, you saw....a brown fuzzball. And then you saw the insane ramblings of *me*. And now, you ask, "Why?". "Why a fuzzball?"

Well, it all began at a bus stop. Me and my equally insane friends were kicking a bottlecap around, and *suddenly*, one of them looked on the ground and said, "Look! A fuzzball!!" and went back to kicking the bottlecap. I stopped. And I turned. And then....I saw....*the fuzzball*. I threw up my head and shouted, "A FUZZBALLLL!!!! YEAH!!!" And I stepped on it. It seemed flattened, but then it just returned to its spherical shape. At that moment I knew that the fuzzball was special. I kicked that around until the bus came. On the bus ride home, I thought up the perfect name: Fuzzy. Then I got the idea for a webpage. You may be wondering: "Where is Fuzzy? Did she keep him?" And the answer is no. I don't know where Fuzzy is right now. He may be rolling along, happy as can be. Or maybe he fell into a lake and sunk. Or perhaps he just disappeared. I may never find out. But one thing's for sure: He is a fuzzball. And he will live on forever.


Update:I FOUND THE FUZZBALL!!!! It was in the same place I left it!!! Now he's in my room!! WOOOOOHOOOOOOO!!!


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