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 Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2010 8:59 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2010 9:38 pm
kat fell down
The whistle had been blown many times. The issue had been researched. Michal could not hear the whistle because hyenas were not, in fact, dogs. Or at least that was the conclusion she had come to and shared with the rest of them. Who knew if the thing was even a dog whistle? What did it matter if she could hear it or not? Why couldn't they just leave her alone? Sometimes Michal found it extremely difficult living in what amounted to a house full of curious boys.
Katurian blew the whistle again. Tupol giggled and clapped his hands to his large ears. "See, he can hear it."
"Pretty toot toot," the winged toddler said.
Well, I can't, Michal insisted.
Sid looked up from where he sat at the kitchen table, completing his seemingly endless homework assignment. "Maybe it's 'cause you guys are connected like that," he said, sticking his pencil between his sharp teeth. "Maybe Michal has human ears."
The hyena whuffed at this new line of thinking. Yes, that. Is everything cleared up now? I think I'll take a nap. She started down the hall toward the bedroom she shared with Kat and Tupol, but froze stock-still when Katurian blew the whistle again, the fur at the back of her neck bristling in agitation.
You can totally hear it, Katurian teased.
YES I CAN ALL RIGHT NOW WOULD YOU STOP IT. She stormed off without a backward glance.
"Ow, OW!" Katurian dropped from his chair to the floor with a heavy thud.
Several minutes passed. Tupol toddled around the room, singing a quiet song about fur. Sid practiced multiplication. Katurian remained motionless on the ground. Eventually, a key fit into the lock on the front door and Lex pushed it open with a sigh. "What's wrong with him?" he asked, removing his wet shoes and jacket while waiting for someone to respond. Liam closed and locked the door behind them, then began taking off his own rain-spattered clothing, quietly as always.
"I think Michal yelled at him," Sid provided. "Something about that whistle he got at the bar."
Lex coughed into his hand. "Katurian."
"Hmm?"
"You okay?"
"Yeah, I..." He propped himself up on an elbow and squeezed his eyes shut a couple of times. "My brain's ringing."
"Don't blow that whistle anymore, all right?" Lex didn't want to think about what might happen if Michal stopped talking to him completely. The very idea of Katurian left to his own devices was a scary one.
"Okay." Kat sat up and pushed some strands of hair out of his face. He reached in his pocket, then began running his hands over the carpet around where he had landed.
"What is it?"
"The whistle... where'd it go?"
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