The origin of Halfwise

Been meaning to post this for some time now.



From here:

And here I thought he was a long-lost relative of Cousin It.

um....urp?   

Eldorion wrote:

And here I thought he was a long-lost relative of Cousin It.

I thought he was made from kitten fluff bit like tumbleweed, but animal not vegtibble

".. and he knowed everything" says it all

And what would he be doing in the 4th stomach of an ox?

Ruminating!  

 

Also, here's the piece.

David H wrote:And what would he be doing in the 4th stomach of an ox?

Ruminating!  

Halfwise wrote:  

sorry. farmer joke. 
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ruminant

I thought it was funny.

I wasn't saying I didn't get the joke (it was pretty clear), I was just shrugging off all the origin stories.

halfwise wrote: I was just shrugging off all the origin stories.

But you NEED an origin story, Halfy.
How do you expect to become a Forumshire Legend without an origin story? It's an integral and essential part of the process. 
Just sit back and relax. It's out of your hands now.
{{if he even has hands. I don't remember seeing hands. I wonder if there's an origin story for that..?  }} 

Origin Story of Halfwise
Once there was a little ginger cat, it had a big furball which it delicately hacked up and left in a field of buttercups, it was such a nice sunny field the little cat went to hack up the furballs always in the same spot. Seasons past, rain shine snow and drizzle with a promise of warmth in the afternoon. After some time a passing pixie laid itself to rest on the now dry warm and surprisingly clean furball. 'oooh what a nice cozy nest'' said the pixie snuggling up in the ginger fur, and gave a shake of pleasure. Unbeknowns to the pixie some of its fairy dust had sprinkled willy nilly over the fur. Later that night a very strange thing happened, yes very odd indeed. The little ginger furball opened its eyes and gave a little sniffle, it looked up into the sky and smiled at the twinkling silver stars, it smiled at the winking moon and the drowsy fox with a belly full of chicken trotting by. ''I say Mr Fox'' said the furball, ''whats tonight?'' ''well said the Fox looking closely at the strange creature, (wondering if it was good to eat, but far too well brought up to take a nibble) ''its a Half moon, so it must be Thursday'', ''oh thank you dear Fox'' said the furball, ''not at all'' said the Fox as he waved goodnight with a slightly bloodstained front paw. ''what a wise creature, I think I shall call myself Half Moon Wise, in honour of the Fox, but moon is a silly name so best make it Halfwise'' he nodded and went back to sleep to dream of boots and stuff.

 

Though I suppose a lot of origin stories start with spittle.