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TIZZI POOF AND THE CASE OF THE MISSING BLANKET by BARONESS MIRIAM-ZARIYAH H. POTSWORTH-STUCKLEY Illustrations by J. EDWARD-ROTSFIELD W. McHIGGENSBY-PLOY Page 1: Once upon a time, there was a little weasel named Tizzi. Tizzi was sad about her short tail. It was not long like a rat's. It was not...

It was a fox's head whose head had interrupted its flight, and so it was foxes that had Tizzi's ire. Plus, the tall, greyish-brown, roundish weasel-looking one had offered a fishstick. Well, thrown, but that was how most beasts gave Tizzi food. And then it had landed in a fox's tail floof, and...

It was a glorious day for Tizzi Poof and the seagulls of Bully Harbour. In the wreckage of the Non-Fish Fishstick stand, they basked and squabbled and stuffed themselves. Where once they had been natural enemies, the guttersnipe and the gull, they were allied in their task of cleaning house...

Tizzi bristled one last time at the adults, then at the kits cowering behind them, and holding its apple in its jaws, it bounded off down the alley. Near the end, it stopped and turned. The apple dropped from its mouth, and it leaned both forepaws on it, watching. The kits gradually un-shrunk...

Tizzi shivered, twitched. For a moment, it seemed like it might have been dead, or dying. Then one eye peeked open, and the whole thing became a whirling dervish, hissing and spitting and somersaulting backwards onto all fours, peeling itself out of Sean's grasp. It glared up at the adults, the...

Tizzi cackled as it grabbed up another pawful of gutter mulch to throw down. But what was this? Was that big one going to give it food? About time someone recognized the majesty of Tizzi Poof and paid tribute! Tizzi's eyes widened as the apple flew. Yes, that was definitely food. One of those...

Tizzi's head popped out of a nearby storm drain, upside-down. It was one of the kits who spotted first, giving a shrill shriek of surprise and-or delight and-or terror. It was both hard to tell with kits, and with most beast's reaction to seeing Tizzi's head. Tizzi hissed in return, the head...

"Poof," said Tizzi, in the saddest little voice imaginable. The creature stood off to the side, watching its beloved furball collapse down at the bottom of the hill. Bits of variegated furs still clung to the brackish muck coating its own body. Tizzi had taken a leap themselves, abandoning its...

Tizzi held still at first, eyes wide and body shocked with a... pleasurable...? sensation. Being held. Distant memories of some past life flitted through its mind. A soft, femenine voice. Warmth. Claws lightly brushing ears and fur. A full belly. Softness. Such softness. The little weasel's...

Tizzi had no intention of leggoing any tail. And this particular tail was exquisite. It had all the great parts of a tail. It was thick, warm, and right in the center, ooh, that little bony bit that thrashed and wiggled so pleasingly against its teeth! It chittered in glee, letting go only just...

It had found the perfect place, squeezed between two chimneys and a taller back wall whose overhanging roof made quite the spacious little nesting area. Warm stones, cover from rain and gull surprises, a great view, who could ask for more? Tizzi asked for more. And the universe answered with...

Tizzi Poof [Character Picture] Age8 SpeciesLeast Weasel PronounsIt/👁️ 👄 👁️ SizeExtremely Miniscule (Extra Small) BuildWispy, svelte, incorporeal RankGod of Fear and Chaos PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: It appears to be some manner of mustelid, at least in general shape. Whatever fur it...