Floyd Hott from the World of Flott

Draglor, Canby and Chase, were three flamelits racing fast.

In the Waggle Wood Forest and through the thick vifer grass.

The dropples were closing in for the kill,

Drowning the flamelits, extinguishing their life force almost with sheer will.

Floyd Hott was a good little flamelit who stayed home, though it was a bore.

But his mom had died and his courageous dad, Draglor, was off fighting the war.

The war was over control of the land of Flott,

Between the dropples and the flamelits, like little Floyd Hott.

Floyd was very good at keeping his wagglewood shoes very clean,

And unlike the wild flamelits in the wagglewood trees, Floyd was civilized living in a home of concrete with sheen.

Floyd ate his parchment without complaint and went to his bed on the hearth always on time

Anxious to hear Draglor recite tales of old with animated pantomime.

Floyd would watch his dad dance atop a candlestick wick,

Waving into various fiery shapes with a flick.

Flott was hot, with two suns and an orange sky.

There were the wagglewood trees that burned everlasting, and used the heat from the flamelits to rejuvenate and grow by and by.

The vifer grass was thick and brown

And could with stand the fire from the flamelits dancing around.

And now the dropples were near Floyd’s front door, gathering their watery selves into a tidal wave wall,

Aiming to overcome the small town and extinguish them all.

Floyd was so scared that he went out the window, ran on his tip toes through the street into a park,

Where something metallic gleamed at him off the wagglewood bark.

He followed it to the edge of a desert and then started to slowly inch on.

He was flickering nervously, so he tried singing a song.

Up ahead was a house built of the most delicious wood,

And a creature he had never seen, was tall, with two legs and two solid arms and just stood.

The man in blue coveralls and a straw hat was looking over the horizon, which to Floyd’s horror shone only one sun!

When the man noticed Floyd coming along.

“Well, hello there, friend,” said a deep soothing voice.

And the man grabbed a metal pipe to offer Floyd, who felt at this point had no choice.

Floyd kicked off his shoes and jumped on the end of the pipe wondering if this was a dream.

The sky was blue and not orange, but everything he saw looked just as it seemed.

Mustering up all of his courage Floyd asked the man,

“Please Sir, can you tell me what is the name of this strange land?”

The man laughed a deep resonating hearty laugh and said,

“Where have my manners gone? This here is Juju, and my name is Red.

“You seem lost little fellow, can I be of any help? Is this your first time here?”

Floyd was just uncertain. He had never left Flott, and wasn’t sure how to handle his fear.

And Floyd was starting to get very hungry with all the wood and straw around.

Red could see the little flame tremble and offered up, “How about I move you to my forage and offer you some wood, now how does that sound?”

That in fact sounded very good to Floyd and he lit up tall,

So Red transported the little flamelit to his forage and gave him a piece of wood rather small.

“And what do I call you, little friend?”

“My name is Floyd Hott, and I come from the world of Flott” Floyd said between exquisite bites of this marvelous wood blend.

“Well, nice to meet you Floyd Hott from Flott. I could definitely use a flame like you in my shop.

“What do you thinking about living here, and I’ll keep you fed and you can control the burn of my metals with your hop?”

Floyd realized he didn’t know how to get back to Flott and the war,

And with the dropples in control, he wasn’t sure he wanted to be there, anymore.

This Red man had an interesting and exciting proposition for him.

So, starting a long friendship, Floyd Hott said yes on a whim.