I am guessing for sure that it would be best to tell you how Puffballs came to be.
They came about in such an unusual manner that they will come to be known as the eighth natural wonder of the world.
Some, however might argue that it was anything but natural. These people would, to those who brought this phenomenon about, be considered smarter than the rest of the human race on a certain level.
A dandelion. The Dandelion. Just standing around, doing nothing, trying to shed it's feathery seeds to the world.
A fly. The Fly. Just flying around, minding it's own business. The Fly flies into the Dandelion's center with a near-inaudible whoosh. The fly would be the cause of the puffball. Without the fly, nothing would happen and there would be no story.
The Fly wiggled itself into a more comfortable position, much to the poor Dandelion's dismay. The wind blew, and the Dandelion waved back and forth vigorously, trying to shake the Fly free of it's undesiring clutches.
The Fly couldn't have let go if it tried. It was quite stuck. It shouldn't have been, but it was. It began to panic. It writhed, and kicked, and waved it's puny little legs. It even attempted biting the Dandelion, but a lot of good that did. Besides, he wasn't a Biting Fly.
The Fly grew old. One thing to remember is that flies have an unusually short lifespan. The Fly began to decay.
When that finished a day or so later, the only thing left was the brain. This is the strangest thing about it. The nerve center somehow did not decompose with the rest of the body.
The Brain latched onto the Dandelion's center, staying alive for just a little longer. Long enough for the Dandelion to change into animal cells, not plant cells. It then fused the whole thing together, along with gluing the seeds permanently into the dandelion's core, and grew vital organs.
And the Puffball was.
The Puffball was a small, furry thing with a fly's brain. The Puffball was an alien, so it seemed, and possibly the most unusual thing that ever happened or ever will happen on the face of the Earth or any other planet.
The first thing it did was dislodge itself from it's restricting stem. Heaving it's body back and forth didn't do much, since it weighed very little. It stopped to think.
One more thing you should know about flies is that they have highly intelligent brains, but, being so small, almost no way to store this potential.
Still, it was only about two seconds before the Puffball came up with a way to break free. It began, very slowly at first, to twist itself. As it gained headway, it went slightly faster. A moment later the Puffball broke free.
It wondered for a moment if it was worth it. It had thought of a way to get off the stem, but it had never even considered the fact that it would hurt. Especially like this. It lay on the ground for a good while, rolling and fluttering, trying to shake off the pain. It was a long time before that pain detached itself at last and relieved the Puffball. The Puffball launched itself into the air and snagged a breeze almost as if it had been born to do so.
It lost control very quickly. The first draft that wasn't congruent with the flight pattern sent the Puffball tumbling who-knows-where. That where was back onto the ground. He flew back up, and did better this time. Of course, it didn't have eyes to see, nor did it have ears or mouth. The most it could do was smell and touch.
It smelled and felt everything it could.
Naturally, having no mouth meant not being able to consume nutrients in a normal fashion. The poor Puffball soon became quite hungry. The little ball of fluff angled itself down and landed on a tree, and sat there. It thought with the surprisingly intelligent fly brain. It thought and thought and thought. It still couldn't think of a way to eat anything. As is sat and thought, it suddenly realized it was quite full. Without knowing it, the Puffball had absorbed, with its seeds, nutrients from the leaves of the tree and therefore had eaten it's fill. It had also turned a bit greenish, but it had absolutely no way of knowing that.
The Puffball nabbed a thermal and flew away again. As it drifted, it realized the air was steadily growing cooler. A faint breeze kicked up. The fly brain knew what a storm was, and panicked. It couldn't change course as a fly could, and instead went with the breeze. Small sensors that had developed along the seeds read a solid object quickly approaching. Or, rather, the Puffball approaching the hard object.
Whoosh. The Puffball went through a small opening on the face of the hard object, and the air suddenly grew to be much warmer. The wind had stopped, too. The Puffball came to rest on a soft but very large object. Small, wiry hairs on the surface clung to the seeds and would not let go. The fly brain panicked again, reminiscing about the time when it had gotten stuck in the dandelion. The Puffball began to wiggle itself from side to side, trying to break loose. It couldn't get free this time, either.
The Puffball had made its way into a house.
Still rocking, the sensors picked up a vibration in the ground. It was a steady thump thump thumping of footsteps. The Puffball continued to heave itself back and forth. It was making headway, but the little hairs still held it fast. There was a high-frequency wave in the air now, someone was screaming, and growing weaker as the thumping grew rapid and receded. Only a moment later the thumping came back, only there were a lot more of them. Waves filled the air of various frequencies. More particularly high-frequencies, apparently very strong. The Puff-ball sensed a very large mass of something warm approaching slowly. The thump thump thump became louder, then, very suddenly, stopped.
