Got_Your_Konk!
Riddler
Colourful Floo Ferret
Weird or Feared?I arrived in front of the twins’, who act like bins, room, and checked that nobody was there, because I am very sneaky and cheeky, like the freaky Mrs Norris. I threw a stinking pellet, since I am no helot, but it rebounded on me, and I was like a stinking ferret. They had put a spell to make my life hell, on the door. Stinking like the poo in the loo, I took out my wand like an ugly-looking Gond, and removed the hinges from the door. Dare they say I’m the youngest anymore?
I entered the room like a beaver, as if I had buck fever, and so I snooped and looped around the room. The lamp, which seemed rather damp, was lying on the floor, although it had never been there before. Pig, the owl in a wig, was hooting in the air, as if he were at a fair, although he should have been in Ron’s room, which resembles a tomb.
On the desk there was a box, which seemed to have got chicken pox, a hat, which sang, “Rat-tat-tat”, and a mere sphere.
I decided to try the hat; at least it would not attack like a pocket rat. I went in front of the mirror, to see how I looked. The mirror cried, “Aaargggh!!! Hide, ride, moon and pride!! Run away without delay!! You are ugly and look so smugly!” I looked in the mirror, and found I had no head. So why was I not dead? Ah! It belonged to Fred, or was it Gred instead? I removed the headless hat, which started to laugh and jest at me. I threw it out of the window, and said, “Tit for tat, you smelly sand rat!”
I took the sphere, which smelled a bit of beer, and opened it without any fear. Why should it be so queer? Then I find that I was blind, and soon was squashed like an orange rind. Yucky goo came out all blue, sticking like brand-new glue. It covered me before Peeves can say, “Wee!” and I couldn’t move, although I did not approve. I fell to the floor, in the time you count till number four. The goo would not just shoo, but it continued to brew and so it grew.
I was stuck, like an ugly looking duck. This was certainly no bad luck! The twins had thought of it, you must admit! I tried to sit, but although I was fit, all I could do was spit. And they came and laughed; poor them they are so daft. They left me there, to lie and stare! Couldn’t they at least have given me a chair? But I will not despair, because this is certainly unfair! I will get loose, but there will be no truce. I’ll get revenge, and so avenge the fix in which I got, which for them will never rot.
Name's Poltergeist. Don't-bug-me Poltergeist
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