Who Are You?

3: The Kids Aren't Alright

The ring continued to intrigue our dear Moon. He slept soundly for once and woke discovering that it was in fact not a dream. The ring was where it was. This meant he was going to have to apologise to Roger... bummer about that really.

Roger's house was like a little fairy cottage... in the middle of "bloody nowhere." In all seriousness London was a crazy place. There were even allegedly cows that eat guitarist's hair. Moon wasn't bothered of course. He went to knock on the door but decided against it and ended up just walking in. "Hey Roger," Moon smiled noticing the blonde haired singer making daisy chains.

Roger blushed. "About last night...."

"Oh yes. I'm supposed to say I'm sorry aren't I?" Moon sighed. The silence was deafening.

Roger just bit his lip, as he was hoping for an apology. "Well..."

''No,'' Moon beamed a toothy smile. ''But I do need to talk. It's about this ring." He held up the ring and Roger stared at it slightly confused.

''Nice ring I guess''. Roger led Moon up to the flowery meadows to talk. ''You can tell me about it more but I need more flowers for a better crown.'' He began gathering pretty flowers of all colours.

Moon began to explain. "You see Rog, I found this ring in the dirt but weird stuff happened."

"I'd ask what are you on but I really don't want to know." Roger placed the daisy crown on top of his head, and continued to collect flowers. He paused and turned to face Moon. "But what kind of weird stuff?"

"I got teleported to your bathroom first of all."

"Ohhhh'' nodded Roger. ''I thought you blew a hole in my roof again. That's crazy. So you just sort of thought and boom. Maybe you should give up thinking. It shouldn't be hard."

Moon grabbed him by the shoulders. "No, I'm serious Roger... I need to figure out the rings powers. Especially where it came from..."

Roger pushed him away, and spread his arms wide out. He coughed warming up his voice. "The hills are alive with the sooooound of muuuusic."

He danced around not paying attention to Moon. Moon rolled his eyes then took Roger's flowers and began chewing.

He certainly got Roger's attention. His eyes widened and he became furious. "MY FLOWERS!"

Moon laughed with his mouth full of petals. "These taste horrible but you are so funny when you are angry. I needed your attention. You shortie!"

Another bolt of purple lightening shot down but this time it hit Roger. A fog shrouded the both of them so Moon couldn't see a thing. "Roger,'' he yelled, the fog began to clear.

"Down here," shrieked a voice. There stood a pocket sized furious, red-faced Roger. "Turn me back! You ate my flowers!"

Moon continued to laugh. ''Cool it; I just wanted your attention.''

Roger stood there tapping his foot in frustration. ''You have it now change me back!

"Okay, okay.'' Moon looked down at the purple stone. ''I wish you were back to normal size."

Nothing happened.

Moon scratched the back of his neck. "Well it seems its powers only work once a day. I only get one wish."

Roger forced a snide smile. "Well Moonie, I blame you for everything. You better turn me back tomorrow."

Moon ignored him and continued rambling. "At least I'm one step closer to solving this ring mystery.'' Moon picked him up shoved Roger into his pockets and began to walk home. "You BAST-" Roger began but the rest was muffled.