Story

After travelling across the world to become a gentleball and leave all his vices behind (mainly alcohol and the riverside weeds, but rumours suggest that it had more to do with female balls dressed in shiny shiny, shiny boots of leather), Moggy returned to the Canutos Forest and introduced his brand new reformed self to his friends the pink balls. He had travelled to the distant Tibet to behold the monks’ bald heads, which is really inspiring, and he had shared many meals with rich astronomer and philosopher Arabian sheiks, who teached him about the wonders of the world. He spent quite some time meditating on the top of a brick in the middle of a waste grund behind the flats where I live (my and the other children thought of him to be a rotten melon) until he finally enroled in an old sailing ship and worked tatooing sailor chests for three years. But such travels had come to an end. Now he was back.

Everyone was so happy to have him back that they threw the biggest party we all can remember in Moggys‘s garden, and he spent days just eating and driking gallons of alcohol, so they all got incredibly drunk after a while. Specially Moggy.

Honestly, Moggy can’t remember what happened very well. He woke up at home with an enormous hangover. Something went wrong… He could see his friends across the window completely wasted sleeping scattered all over the garden but there was something else… Oh, rats… It’s all full of ranos and strange creatures! What just happened?