The Fuzzy Fishies

Lore

Captain Snagglefin has declared the rug an ocean. First Mate Flop has declared himself available after a short rest. Naval progress has been uneven.

They live in Armchair Cove, which visitors mistake for the space beneath the armchair. A spool serves as the captain’s platform. Lost buttons form a treasury. A ribbon provides nearly all the fleet. Snagglefin’s red fur, tricorn, and cape make a splendid picture. Flop usually stands just outside it with the supplies.

Their raids target unattended toys and anything that crinkles persuasively. Defeat is called reconnaissance. Retreat is called a maneuver. Losing the captain’s hat is called something too long for Flop to remember.

When the sunlight slides away, the tide has turned. The little pirates settle beside their gathered treasures. To them, the underside of a chair contains weather, geography, and a friend. Perhaps most worlds begin like that: someone notices a place, and someone else agrees to come along.