Today I learned that Yies is considered by a plot generator to be the plural of Hooty

Once upon a time there was a Short girl called Kikimora . She was on the way to see her boss Emperor Belos , when she decided to take a short cut through the forest.

It wasn't long before Kikimora got lost. She looked around, but all she could see were trees. Nervously, she felt into her bag for her favourite toy, Croissant, but Croissant was nowhere to be found! Kikimora began to panic. She felt sure she had packed Croissant. To make matters worse, she was starting to feel hungry.

Unexpectedly, she saw a Long Hooty dressed in a White Cone Of Shame disappearing into the trees.

"How odd!" thought Kikimora.

For the want of anything better to do, she decided to follow the peculiarly dressed Hooty. Perhaps it could tell him the way out of the forest.

Eventually, Kikimora reached a clearing. She found herself surrounded by houses made from different sorts of food. There was a house made from Baguette, a house made from Fairy Pie, a house made from Deep Fried Ice cream, a house made from macarons, a house made from lollipops and a house made from Children.

Kikimora could feel her tummy rumbling. Looking at the houses did nothing to ease her hunger.

"Hello!" she called. "Is anybody there?"

Nobody replied.

Kikimora looked at the roof on the closest house and wondered if it would be rude to eat somebody else's chimney. Obviously it would be impolite to eat a whole house, but perhaps it would be considered acceptable to nibble the odd fixture or lick the odd fitting, in a time of need.

A cackle broke through the air, giving Kikimora a fright. A witch jumped into the space in front of the houses. She was carrying a cage. In that cage was Croissant!

"Croissant!" shouted Kikimora. She turned to the witch. "That's my toy!"

The witch just shrugged.

"Give Croissant back!" cried Kikimora.

"Not on your nelly!" said the witch.

"At least let Croissant out of that cage!"

Before she could reply, five Long yies rushed in from a footpath on the other side of the clearing. Kikimora recognised the one in the White Cone Of Shame that she'd seen earlier. The witch seemed to recognise him too.

"Hello Big Hooty," said the witch.

"Good morning." The Hooty noticed Croissant. "Who is this?"

"That's Croissant," explained the witch.

"Ooh! Croissant would look lovely in my house. Give it to me!" demanded the Hooty.

The witch shook her head. "Croissant is staying with me."

"Um... Excuse me..." Kikimora interrupted. "Croissant lives with me! And not in a cage!"

Big Hooty ignored her. "Is there nothing you'll trade?" he asked the witch.

The witch thought for a moment, then said, "I do like to be entertained. I'll release him to anybody who can eat a whole front door."

Big Hooty looked at the house made from Children and said, "No problem, I could eat an entire house made from Children if I wanted to."

"That's nothing," said the next Hooty. "I could eat two houses."

"There's no need to show off," said the witch. Just eat one front door and I'll let you have Croissant."

Kikimora watched, feeling very worried. She didn't want the witch to give Croissant to Big Hooty. She didn't think Croissant would like living with a Long Hooty, away from her house and all her other toys.

The other four yies watched while Big Hooty put on his bib and withdrew a knife and fork from his pocket.

"I'll eat this whole house," said Big Hooty. "Just you watch!"

Big Hooty pulled off a corner of the front door of the house made from Fairy Pie. He gulped it down smiling, and went back for more.

And more.

And more.

Eventually, Big Hooty started to get bigger - just a little bit bigger at first. But after a few more fork-fulls of Fairy Pie, he grew to the size of a large snowball - and he was every bit as round.

"Erm... I don't feel too good," said Big Hooty.

Suddenly, he started to roll. He'd grown so round that he could no longer balance!

"Help!" he cried, as he rolled off down a slope into the forest.

Big Hooty never finished eating the front door made from Fairy Pie and Croissant remained trapped in the witch's cage.

Average Hooty stepped up, and approached the house made from Deep Fried Ice cream.

"I'll eat this whole house," said Average Hooty. "Just you watch!"

Average Hooty pulled off a corner of the front door of the house made from Deep Fried Ice cream. She gulped it down smiling, and went back for more.

And more.

And more.

After a while, Average Hooty started to look a little queasy. She grew greener...

...and greener.

A woodcutter walked into the clearing. "What's this bush doing here?" he asked.

"I'm not a bush, I'm a Hooty!" said Average Hooty.

"It talks!" exclaimed the woodcutter. "Those talking bushes are the worst kind. I'd better take it away before somebody gets hurt."

"No! Wait!" cried Average Hooty, as the woodcutter picked her up. But the woodcutter ignored her cries and carried the Hooty away under his arm.

Average Hooty never finished eating the front door made from Deep Fried Ice cream and Croissant remained trapped in the witch's cage.

Little Hooty stepped up, and approached the house made from macarons.

"I'll eat this whole house," said Little Hooty. "Just you watch!"

Little Hooty pulled off a corner of the front door of the house made from macarons. He gulped it down smiling, and went back for more.

And more.

And more.

After five or six platefuls, Little Hooty started to fidget uncomfortably on the spot.

He stopped eating macarons for a moment, then grabbed another forkful.

But before he could eat it, there came an almighty roar. A bottom burp louder than a rocket taking off, propelled Little Hooty into the sky.

"Aggghhhhhh!" cried Little Hooty. "I'm scared of heigh..."

Little Hooty was never seen again.

Little Hooty never finished eating the front door made from macarons and Croissant remained trapped in the witch's cage.

Tiny Hooty stepped up, and approached the house made from lollipops.

"I'll eat this whole house," said Tiny Hooty. "Just you watch!"

Tiny Hooty pulled off a corner of the front door of the house made from lollipops. She gulped it down smiling, and went back for more.

And more.

And more.

However, on the next mouthful, the food fell straight out of Tiny Hooty's mouth. She tried to stuff in another forkful of lollipops, but once again, the food fell out. There just wasn't enough room left in her belly.

"This is just not fair!" declared Tiny Hooty, and stomped off into the forest.

Tiny Hooty never finished eating the front door made from lollipops and Croissant remained trapped in the witch's cage.

Even-Tinier Hooty stepped up, and approached the house made from Children.

"I'll eat this whole house," said Even-Tinier Hooty. "Just you watch!"

Even-Tinier Hooty pulled off a corner of the front door of the house made from Children. He gulped it down smiling, and went back for more.

And more.

And more.

Suddenly, Even-Tinier Hooty stopped eating and started dancing. While he danced, he sang at the top of his lungs, "Children! Watch me eat all the Children!"

"It looks as though the Children are making you hyperactive," laughed the witch.

"Oh no they're not!" cried Even-Tinier Hooty. "I'm always this excited." With that, he walked into a tree.

Bong!

Even-Tinier Hooty banged his head and fell backwards onto his bottom. He passed out, exhausted.

Even-Tinier Hooty never finished eating the front door made from Children and Croissant remained trapped in the witch's cage.

"That's it," said the witch. "I win. I get to keep Croissant."

"Not so fast," said Kikimora. "There is still one front door to go. The front door of the house made from Baguette. And I haven't had a turn yet.

"I don't have to give you a turn!" laughed the witch. "My game. My rules."

The woodcutter's voice carried through the forest. "I think you should give her a chance. It's only fair."

"Fine," said the witch. "But you saw what happened to the yies. She won't last long."

"I'll be right back," said Kikimora.

"What?" said the witch. "Where's your sense of impatience? I thought you wanted Croissant back."

Kikimora ignored the witch and gathered a hefty pile of sticks. She came back to the clearing and started a small camp fire. Carefully, she broke off a piece of the door of the house made from Baguette and toasted it over the fire. Once it had cooked and cooled just a little, she took a bite. She quickly devoured the whole piece.

Kikimora sat down on a nearby log.

"You fail!" cackled the witch. "You were supposed to eat the whole door."

"I haven't finished," explained Kikimora. "I am just waiting for my food to go down."

When Kikimora's food had digested, she broke off another piece of the door made from Baguette. Once more, she toasted her food over the fire and waited for it to cool just a little. She ate it at a leisurely pace then waited for it to digest.

Eventually, after several sittings, Kikimora was down to the final piece of the door made from Baguette. Carefully, she toasted it and allowed it to cool just a little. She finished her final course. Kikimora had eaten the entire front door of the house made from Baguette.

The witch stamped her foot angrily. "You must have tricked me!" she said. "I don't reward cheating!"

"I don't think so!" said a voice. It was the woodcutter. He walked back into the clearing, carrying his axe. "This little girl won fair and square. Now hand over Croissant or I will chop your broomstick in half."

The witch looked horrified. She grabbed her broomstick and placed it behind her. Then, huffing, she opened the door of the cage.

Kikimora hurried over and grabbed Croissant, checking that her favourite toy was all right. Fortunately, Croissant was unharmed.

Kikimora thanked the woodcutter, grabbed a quick souvenir, and hurried on to meet Emperor Belos. It was starting to get dark.

When Kikimora got to Emperor Belos's house, her boss threw his arms around her.

"I was so worried!" cried Emperor Belos. "You are very late."

As Kikimora described her day, she could tell that Emperor Belos didn't believe her. So she grabbed a napkin from her pocket.

"What's that?" asked Emperor Belos.

Kikimora unwrapped a doorknob made from Fairy Pie. "Pudding!" she said.

Emperor Belos almost fell off his chair.

The End

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2/12/22
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