INZI WINZI AND THE HAIRY SCARY NOSE



COPYRIGHT: Ranee Kaur Banerjee

CHAPTER 1: ABOUT INZIS

Before I tell you about Winzi, I have to tell you about the Inzis. I’m not at all surprised that you don’t know about them. They are everywhere, though, and they know all about you!

Inzis are small. In fact, they are very tiny. Actually, they are extremely, totally, absolutely, completely, utterly minute! I’m sure you’ve seen them, but since you didn’t know they were Inzis, you couldn’t have recognised them.

Have you seen those little, white, dust-like specks floating around in the air when a band of sunlight slants in through your window-grill? Yes? Well, there you go! Those little, white things aren’t dust at all. They are Inzis.

Now, Inzis are the laziest, craziest, naughtiest little people in the universe! They never work. They never go to school. They never do anything serious. All they ever do is float on sunbeams and play ridiculously silly games.

You’ll find this really daft, but the Inzis’ favourite game is to find an air bubble and spin so hard that their heads fly off and twirl around on their own like tops in the air. Then they float around trying to get their necks back into their bodies. Of course, they get it all wrong and are all mixed up with the wrong heads on the wrong bodies. So they have to spin again, and again, and again, until they get it right!

After off-with-your-head, the Inzis’ favourite game is nose-trip. The naughty Inzis hover around your nose until you take a deep breath and breathe them in! They love turning cartwheels inside the dark, cave-like atmosphere of your nose. They squeal with laughter as they bounce off the insides of your nostrils. They spin around in the dark until you feel all tickly and prickly in your nose and go Ah, Ah, Ah, Aah, AAH, AAAAAH-TCHOOOOO! And they rush out of your nose with great force. They love this roller-coaster ride!


CHAPTER 2: WINZI THE INZI

Now, let me tell you about Winzi.

Winzi was the most unlikely Inzi you will ever find. He was shy and dreamy and even smaller than the other Inzis! He didn’t really enjoy off-with-your-head or nose-trip or the other equally foolish games the Inzis played. He would rather spend his time floating in a sunbeam on a white feather, looking up at the sky, thinking about things and making wonderful worlds in his head. Winzi never went anywhere without the fluffy, white feather and when the others were playing, Winzi would quietly leave the game and climb up on his feather to dream.

Winzi’s best friend was Mizza, who was the most mischievous and most daring of the Inzis. Mizza liked Winzi, but she was tired of his habit of leaving their games halfway. One day, the friends Tozzo, Korza, Fozzi, Mizza and Winzi were playing off-with-your-head, screaming with laughter and singing as they played:

Off with your head
Off with your head
Come on everybody
Spin your body
Like a top
Hop hop hop
Chop chop chop
Off with your head
Off with your head

When the song ended the friends shot their heads high into the sky, then swam around the sunbeam trying to catch their own heads with their bodies as the heads came spinning down like Frisbees. When everybody had found a head, they looked at each other and shrieked. Mizza’s body had Korza’s head and Fozzi was wearing Tozzo’s body. They would have to keep on playing until all the right heads were on the right bodies. What fun!

But where was Winzi?
As usual, Winzi was daydreaming on his feather. He hadn’t even shot his head off! Mizza had had enough. She was so angry with him that she screamed at him, “If you don’t behave like a proper Inzi, Winzi, I will never talk to you again!” And she stalked off to play with Tozzo, Fozzi and Korza.



CHAPTER 3: WINZI TAKES A NOSE TRIP

Winzi was heartbroken. “I don’t want Mizza to stop being my friend,” he sobbed. He decided that he was going to be better than all the other Inzis. “I’m going to find the hairiest, scariest nose and take a nose-trip all by myself,” he thought. “Then Mizza will play with me.”

He found a big, hairy nose snoring on a bed in the sunbeam next door. Bravely, Winzi left his feather and went to the nose. When the nose snored again, Winzi was sucked into it. He felt as if he was in a tornado! His heart was thumping and his legs were trembling and Winzi was very, very frightened.

It was totally dark inside the nose. Thick, black wires of hair hung from every wall of the nose, making it difficult for Winzi to turn cartwheels or bounce in the nostrils. In any case, he was too terrified to do anything but tremble. The nose snored again and the rumble made Winzi’s body vibrate. As another great gush of wind came in, Winzi felt himself being carried to the hole at the other end of the nose. That was the danger-zone. Once an Inzi went through that, he was lost in the dark caverns of people-insides forever! Winzi was going to be lost! He would never see Mizza and the others again! Winzi felt like crying.

He hung onto a thick, strong, black hair right at the entrance of the danger-hole as the nose kept snoring and one after another, storm-winds rushed in and rumbles shook his body. The snoring was getting stronger and Winzi was soon exhausted. His arms were aching and he knew he couldn’t hold on to the hair for much longer. “I wish I’d told somebody where I was going,” he whimpered.



CHAPTER 4: MIZZA FEELS BAD

Mizza was feeling bad about what she’d said to Winzi. He couldn’t help being what he was, and Mizza knew that. “I’m going to find him and apologise,” she thought and went to find Winzi. She couldn’t find him anywhere. “Winzi? Where are you? I’m sorry I screamed at you! Please come and play with us?” Mizza called, but there was no answer. Then, as she went from sunbeam to sunbeam looking for him, Mizza found Winzi’s feather.

It was lying just under the hairiest, scariest nose she had ever seen. And the nose was snoring loudly, taking in big gusts of air with every snore. Mizza knew instantly what had happened. But how did shy Winzi dare to get into that monster nose? Even Mizza and her friends would never dare to go for a trip in such a nose.

“Winzi must have gone in because of what I said to him,” Mizza wailed. “I do hope he’s alright! Oh, Winzi, hold on, I’m coming. Don’t give up!” Mizza flew as fast as she could to call her other friends.


CHAPTER 5: THE GREAT ESCAPE

Mizza, Tozzo, Fozzi and Korza floated impatiently just under the hairy, scary nose, waiting for it to snore again. They were all a little frightened about going in to the big, dark cavern, but they knew they had to find Winzi fast or he would be lost forever. “Come on, nose, snore! “ Mizza muttered. As if the nose had heard Mizza, there was a sudden, loud roar and a tremendous power pulled at the four friends. The friends held hands tightly and screamed in fear as they were sucked into the nose with great force. “Hold on, be careful of the danger zone!” cried Mizza.

“ Hang on to the first hair you can find!” Tozzo warned the others as the snore stopped and the friends found themselves inside the pitch-dark nose with its black rope-like hair hanging from the sides. The friends swung from hair to hair trying to find Winzi. Suddenly, Korza spotted him at the very mouth of the danger-hole. “There he is!” she shouted. “He looks exhausted!” “We’ll have to get him before the next snore,” shouted Fozzi. “He can’t hang on much longer!”

The friends tried to call out to Winzi, but it was too loud inside the nose and he obviously couldn’t hear their calls. They reached him just as another rush of air came sucking in and Winzi let go. “He’s going in! He’ll be lost!” screeched Tozzo as Mizza lunged forward to catch Winzi. She caught him by his wrist and held on for dear life. The others held on to Mizza with all their combined strength. When the snore stopped, they got out of the nose as fast as they could.

The friends lay on Winzi’s feather gasping and panting after all the exertion. Winzi was pale and still shaking from the dreadful experience he had just had. Mizza was holding his hand. She apologised to Winzi. “I’m sorry Winzi. I shouldn’t have told you that I’d never play with you. You don’t have to change for me. I like you just the way you are. And I’ll always, always, always be your best friend!”

Winzi smiled. Something good had come out of the hairy, scary nose, after all.

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