Gender: Can clay have a gender? Well, then this would be a little boy.
Age: Bisque is.. well, any age you want him to be.
Hometown: Bisque is currently living in Helsinki, Finland (as you might have guessed, his name origins from the Finnish for "biscuit", which shall all become clear soon)
Favorite Possession:Bisque likes to use his miniature kiln, a gift from his master.
Story:
Bisque was created by a Finnish potter, as a small project to use up some leftover clay. He sat on the shelf near to the window and watched the people go by, and whilst most hurried on, wrapped in coats and clutching bags, there was always one little boy who stayed by the window. And each day, without fail, the boy came passed and looked with longing at the little pottery wolf.
In his mind, the boy called the wolf "Bisque", a Finnish word used to describe unglazed, or rough pottery, for Bisque had never been glazed or painted. But that didn't really matter, for the boy loved him all the same.
But one cold day, the boy didn't come to the potters. He didn't come in and chat to the owner, and look over Bisque, checking for scratches. And he didn't come the next day either, and Bisque started to worry.
After listening to the potter talking to one of the townspeople, he found that the boy had left the country: he slipped in the snow, and had to be taken to hospital, out of the city.
Bisque loved the boy, and wanted to go to him, and help him, but he could not speak, and could not tell the potter where he was going. But, he slipped out of the shop and into the street one morning, and towards the post box over the road. He had heard where the boy had gone, and figured, if he could get himself in an envelope or parcel, he could get to him through mail. So he crawled through the street, trying to avoid the people.
Then, someone kicked him with their boot. He flew across the street, and shattered on the kerb.
Bisque lay still for a moment, cold in the snow. Water was melting into him, through the crack in his back. He felt empty, and cold. But then he remembered the little boy. He crawled to his feet and clambered up onto the path. Then, he found the post box. He slipped inside, after climbing a fence just nearby. Amidst the letters, all he had to do was find one with the hospital address.
There! Bisque pulled himself towards it, pushing numerous letters aside, and tore the envelope open with a paw. He tumbled into the envelope, just in time, and was jostled even more.
The next thing he knew, Bisque felt water on his back. He looked up, tentatively. The water was dripping through a ceiling. He examined his surroundings. A small table. 1 clipboard. A few pens. A box of tissues and a childs coloring book. Child. The little boy he had come to find! He got to his feet and stared around. He saw the boy, a few beds down. He was in a hospital.
Bisque clambered from the desk, and trotted across the floor. He saw the boy, right ahead. But how to get up? He remembered what he had heard about nurses, and lay himself down on the floor, near the desk. Sure enough, a nurse walked past and saw him. Thinking him merely a dropped toy, she picked him up and placed him back onto the boy's desk. And he could see him again.
Bisque sat. He watched the boy until the boy woke up, and saw him perched on the end of the table.
"Can that be... Bisque? Is that you?" In answer, Bisque stood.
"It is you! How on earth did you get he-"
The boy was interrupted by another nurse, bringing mail. There was a letter for the little boy, and he opened it carefully, taking out the handwritten note inside. He read it to Bisque.
To the little boy who so loves my shop.
The other day, when I got up, I noticed your wolf was missing. I searched and searched for him, but no wolf was to be found, and then I remembered what had happened to you. So I wondered, and I knew. This wolf has some magic to him, something that makes him different. He is alive. And you must take very special care of him...
"Special care," mused the boy. "But your back, the crack..." Bisque nodded, to say he was fine. So the boy continued:
...very special care of him. He's a special little pup. If he has got to you, then take him wherever you go.
You may also have this tiny kiln. Bisque seemed to like it. Good luck, and good day to you.
