Willford the Shfeether

This is the story of Willford. Willford was a gentle creature. He was barely the size of my own thumb. He was a shfeether. What is a shfeether you may ask? They are shy gentle creatures that spend their whole lives just trying to find a home that keeps them same and hidden by all eyes of the world. For when another living creature (other than another shfeether of course) see's a shfeether, they are forever frozen. Where do you think rocks come from? But I'm not talking about rocks, I'm talking about Willford.

Willford was a particularly special shfeether. He had a wide body and pointy head, and was VERY good at hiding.  The key word being, "was."  He had lived in many places: inside trees, children's lego sets, flat soccerballs.  The only problem with the places he made his home were that he eventually had to leave. Shfeethers have very good hearing, so anytime a living thing came along, Willford would pack up his things and get the heck outta there.

One day after quickly leaving the chewed up tennis ball he'd been living in for a week before he was spotted by a dog, he mumbled under his breath as he climbed into his new "home."
"I must find somewhere where I can live in peace and not worry about becoming a rock..." He'd found a temporary home in a shoe. A children's show by the size of it.  It was the middle of the night so Willford decided to stay there and wake up early before the ower's foot decided to occupy it again. 
He'd just fallen asleep when he woke up suddenly to a stapping pain in his head and a sudden sensation of being pushed through something.  He heard a very distant "Ouch!" Looking around, he was that he was inside of a person's foot!
"What the hell??" he said. "Damn. This sucks, how am I gonna get out of...wait! No one can see inside of a foot! I've found the perfect home! Score!"

Willford quickly made himself at home in the person's foot. It was a very active foot but he didn't mind too much. When he got annoyed he would jam his pointy head into one of the joints of the foot and the person would be still for a while and give him peace. 

Over the next few months, Willford noticed that his joint jamming was not stopping his foot from moving around. All he wanted was peace, so he decided to start moving up.
"Maybe I can stop this person from moving too much from higher up," he thought.  He eventually made his way to the knee.
"Here we go!" He cried, and he shoved his head into the knee joint. He felt the person go very still, then began to move again. He jammed once more, and the body fell still.
"Ahhh, maybe that did it."
And he was right.  The person was still active but not nearly as much. He was happy living this way. he was safe, warm, and who would ever see him here!

While reading a book, Willford noticed that his home had become incredibly still. Too still. It wasn't even that still when it slept...Then all of a sudden a bright light was shined on him and a claw had grabbed him. He was quickly getting pulled away from his home. He felt himself leaving the body just as uncomfortably as he entered and then he was forever still. The doctor had laid his eyes on Willford and was examining him closely, unsure of what exactly he was.

Willford is now still and living in a jar.