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 Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2007 9:29 am
Toddler Quest Wotcher slowed his pace as he neared the salon, apprehensively peering at the door. Wotcher, unlike most men, took great pride in his hair. As such, he felt that his locks deserved only the highest of quality shampoo. However, the last time he had arrived at the salon, asking for ‘the best,‘ the staff, completely composed of women, had been sent into a fit of giggles. Wenches.
Pushing aside his fear, Wotcher strolled into the salon. Just let them try to laugh this time.
Pell was absolutely excited. After what seemed weeks of being stuck at home, they were finally out and about, visiting a new place, no less! Grinning wildly as Wotcher set her down upon the tile floor, Pell suddenly wished she had more eyes, as there were far too many things to be seen at once! Mirrors, mannequins, and makeup, oh my!
It was then, eyes continuing to dance across the room, that Pell noticed it. It was one of those games you often found in stores, where you had to put a coin in a slot and try catch it on a small, plastic platform at the bottom. All of this occurring in water, of course. Managing to pull herself up onto a chair by the front desk, Pell mashed her face along the smooth glass, gazing at the coins within. “Ooh,” she exclaimed before turning to Wotcher, her hand held out, ready to receive a coin.
Wotcher, having told a smug employee of his intent to buy two bottles of shampoo, turned towards Pell before eyeing the water-filled container. Upon it, there was a sign taped that explained a prize was to be given to all of those that managed to catch a coin. Knowing she would most likely not succeed, Wotcher nevertheless dug his hand into his pocket, retrieving a coin. “Only one time.”
Pell squealed with delight as Wotcher pressed the coin into her hand. Fumbling around the slot for a few seconds, she finally managed to push the coin in. Completely ignoring the handle that controlled the platform, Pell instead pressed her face onto the container once again, watching the coin slowly descend.
Then, quite amazingly, as the platform had continued to stay perfectly still, the coin landed upon the platform. Entirely unaware that she had just won, Pell grinned up at Wotcher, sure that she had achieved the whole point of the ‘game.’ Simply put the coin in and watch it fall.
Wotcher quirked an eyebrow. Well damn. He couldn’t win those things when he actually tried and Pell had won without the slightest bit of work! Good luck in its purest form.
It was then that the salon employee chose to return, two bottles of shampoo in her hands. Wotcher, having detected her, also noted the presence of two plastic wrapped packages, one tucked under each arm. “You get a free bandana with each bottle. Don’t really know why. I think it’s a promotional thi-Oh! You won!” The employees grin was wide enough to match Pell’s. “Looks like I owe you a prize.” Placing the shampoo bottles and bandanas upon the counter, the employee rummaged behind it for a second, before surfacing once more, a rather cute frog-shaped comb held in her hands. Continuing to grin, she wordlessly passed the comb to Pell.
Wotcher rolled his eyes at the prize. “Yeah, we’ll have real fun styling your eyebrows,” he said, drawing toward the apparent lack of hair upon Pell’s head. “You can have these, too, when we get home. I don’t need them,” he grinned, picking up the bandana packages and stuffing one each into a back pocket.
Pell’s mouth formed into an amazed ‘o’ at the presentment of the comb. All she had to do was drop a coin into some water and she got something awesome like this?! Hurriedly snatching the comb up, Pell began to comb her ‘hair,’ or rather, her scalp, leaving tiny white streaks on her flesh behind. Oh yeah, she was gonna look hot. Whatever that meant.
  
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Walking the short distance to Sprawl-Mart, Wotcher couldn’t help but smile at the antics of the mango-child. She had yet to cease combing her scalp. Indeed, numerous white streaks now adorned the top of her head, giving her the look of…well, something very strange.
And then they were there. Sprawl-Mart unquestionably lived up to its name. It seemed to sprawl everywhere. Grabbing a cart, Wotcher placed his bag of shampoo and Pell into it before wheeling through the crowd, intent on reaching the entrance.
Unlike the salon, Pell had been to Sprawl-Mart before. It’s where Wotcher did all of his shopping! Except, apparently, he also visited the hair-place. Gripping her comb, Pell gazed around wide-eyed as they entered the store. It was so fun, coming to Sprawl-Mart. There were so many things to see!
See something, Pell did. Having hardly been in the store thirty seconds, her searching eyes soon found a new delight. It was…why, it was a box of colors! A whole stack of boxes, actually. Red, orange, and yellow, it had all of her favorites! Reaching towards the color-box, comb still held in one hand, Pell was dismayed to find that she couldn’t reach it within the confines of the cart seat.
Wotcher, having been examining a shelf of foot powder, eventually noticed Pell’s determination to reach the crayons. “You want some crayons?” Kind of a pointless question, but whatever. Surveying the crayon stack, Wotcher snorted when he discovered that each pack only contained six crayons. Didn’t even get black and brown, what a rip off. However, it was then, that Wotcher noticed the sign. “Buy a six pack of crayons, get a coloring book free!” Ah, so that’s why they were up here by the entrance. The entrance sales always had a catch.
Wotcher was, of course, always up for a good bargain. Grabbing a pack of crayons and the free coloring book, which had a bird on the cover, Wotcher tossed them in the back of the cart. “Maybe they’ll amuse you for longer than two seconds!”
 
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Pell, pleased that she got her color-box, was once again searching for something interesting, as Wotcher pushed the cart. That was the wonderful thing about Sprawl-Mart, there was no end to the interesting…Speaking of interesting, that shirt over there looked interesting. It had a little lamb and a smiley face sun and even though it was a light pink, Pell knew she must have it. She extended a finger toward the shirt. “Want!
Wotcher took one look at the shirt and firmly refused. “I am not going to buy a pink shirt. It’s not right…” However, as Pell’s usual grin fell from her face, Wotcher hastily snatched the garment from the rack, suppressing a sigh as he did so. The grin had persuasive powers, apparently.
Thankfully, the rest of the Sprawl-Mart was uneventful. Well, almost. Having finished checking out and walking out of the front door, Wotcher was soon bombarded by screaming women in pink shirts. “Breast cancer awareness saves lives!” Nearly fainting as a certain word in their mantra, Wotcher wordlessly gave the female hoard five dollars, not even bothering to look at the donation gift.
It wasn’t until later, at home, that Wotcher finally inspected it more. He audibly groaned as he spread open the pink shirt. “Dammit!”
 
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2007 9:30 am
Wotcher Dear Journal, When I woke up this morning, Pell was, in short, bigger! I know it sounds absurd, but she was! She was obviously taller and, get this, she has hair. This bright, practically blinding hair. And then her ears...Oh man, why don't I just do this thing by thing? The first thing I noticed was, of course, the hair. As I said, it's an insanely bright shade of red-orange. I literally have to squint my eyes to even look at it. It's not very long, barely reaching to her ears, but I suppose it's long enough for it have grown overnight. Pell was delighted when she discovered she had hair and even more so at the actual color. She's been running her fingers through it all morning. The second thing I noticed was her wings. Though they don't seemed to have changed in size, the coloration of her feathers have changed slightly. Instead of green feathers fading softly to blue she now has green feathers, tipped with blue. That is, except two feathers. On her right wing is a feather that is fully green and likewise on her left wing, there is a feather that is all blue. I have no idea why these two feathers are different from the others but I think Pell is quite proud of them. It took me a while to realize this, but each of her flower-like ears have gained a petal. When she was a baby, they both had but five petals each. However, now they six petals. Not much of a change, yet the additional petals seem to give her ears a more elegant, exotic look. Pell is thrilled with each of these changes, particularly the hair. She's also quickly discovering the advantages of her new height. I have a feeling the mango-child is going to be getting into a lot more mischief then previously. -Wotcher
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2007 9:31 am
Ability Quest Today was not fun. A slight pout on her face, Pell flourished the peacock feather duster and waved it through the air a few times. The air needed dusting, too! Along with everything else in the apartment. The toddler had been crushed when Wotcher had told her that the family would spend the day cleaning up the apartment and doing random other chores. Pell had been assigned as the duster, as that was the easiest and most unimportant job. She was doing a rather fine job, she thought.
But dusting was boring. She might’ve been a natural talent at it, but Pell still wished she was doing something else. Playing or making friends, preferably both at the same time! No, instead she was stuck at home, dusting the air! Grabbing onto the feathered end of the duster with her free hand, she began to twist the duster with something akin to frustration. It wasn’t fair!
After a few seconds of her treating the duster like this, one feather came loose. Taking the peacock feather into one hand, Pell looked at it, eyes wide. She hadn’t meant to break the duster! But the feather was so pretty. Tossing the duster aside, Pell ran to add the feather to her collection, which consisted of Kilah’s feather, one of her own feathers, and now this feather! It was getting big!
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Placing the top back onto the shoe box that served as the holding place for her collection, Pell looked up as Wotcher walked into her bedroom. “Hey,” he said, “since you did such a good job at your work today, I thought maybe we’d go down to the store and buy you a treat. You deserve it.”
His answer was a happy yell and the sight of Pell as she ran past him towards the front door.
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Today was fun. Brimming with excitement, Pell automatically headed towards the toy section of the store once they were inside. Ignoring Wotcher’s cry for her to ‘WAIT!,’ Pell continued along her way to the toys. No way she was gonna wait! She’d been working hard all day and she needed a toy. It always made her feel not-so-tired anymore.
Wandering down the aisle, Pell’s hands touched everything that they could reach. Normal “girl” toys such as dolls and play sets didn’t interest her. No, the first thing that caught her attention was a wooden toy sword. It was a simple thing, a little over two feet long and constructed out of pale wood. A small plastic “gem” was placed on the hand guard. Overall, the toy looked cheap and poorly made. But to Pell, it looked wonderful. She must have it!
Picking the sword up in her right hand, Pell swung and jabbed the toy in trademark toddler fashion, making ‘sword’ noises as she did so. Ting, bing, bang! Oooh, if she got this, she would have to show Kilah! Kilah had a sword, too! They could run around and chop up flowers and stuff! It would be fun!
Twirling around, the sword held tightly in her grasp, Pell’s eyes fell to the ground. There was a plushie there, no doubt knocked off of the shelf by the bright-haired girl’s swinging sword. Picking up the plushie, Pell saw that it was one of a red bird. It was soft and she wanted to hug it! But she couldn’t because she was holding the sword in her other hand….oh wait, the sword. She couldn’t get both!
Holding them out in front of her, Pell examined each of the objects, trying to decide which one she wanted. But it was impossible! The sword was good for hitting things and the plushie was good for hugging. She liked doing both! Continuing to hold onto the two toys tightly, Pell turned around and began to call for her protector. “Wooooootcher!”
A few moments later, he arrived. “Did you pick out what you wanted,” he asked, looking to the sword and plushie in Pell’s hand. “Both of ‘em,” she looked up at him, her eyes pleading. When Wotcher gave her his lop-sided grin, Pell knew she had succeed.
Yes!
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Walking home from the store, her sword held in her right hand and her bird plushie held in the other, Pell found herself immensely happy. She had two new toys and just a minute ago, a pretty black and blue feather and floated down onto the sidewalk, right in front of her! She was going to add it to her collection when they got back home. Then, she would play with her new toys until bedtime!
Today was fun.-------------------------------      
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Posted: Wed Dec 26, 2007 9:36 am
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2008 6:56 pm
Ability & Affinity/Aversion Quest Wotcher listened to the man on the other end of the phone conversation, not quite getting what he was trying to explain. “Sir, you have won the contest! You will appear on the fishing show, Rockin’ Reels, Rad Rods, with the legendary fisherman, Rodney Roux! You are allowed to bring one guest with you. The show is scheduled to film this Thursday. Sir?” Blinking, Wotcher stared at the phone, desperately wishing the conversation was a face-to-face one. At least then he could stare at the man rather than the phone. Putting the phone back to his ear, Wotcher mumbled an “Okay.” He sighed once the man started to prattle off more contest information. Stupid contest. Wotcher had only entered for the laughs. He hadn’t actually expected to win!
A fair forty-five minutes later, the conversation finally ended and Wotcher walked back from the kitchen into the living room. Pell was sitting on the floor, rather loudly playing “dinosaur” with her dolls. Hmm, the man had said he could bring one guest along . “Pell, wanna go fishing?”
The excited squeal was enough answer.
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Snuggling deeper into her jacket, Pell breathed out and stared with wonder as the puff rose higher into the frigid morning air. Oooh, it’s like she was a dragon! Normally, Pell would have been less than excited at being out of and in the cold at such an early hour. Except today, Wotcher and her were going to be on T.V. with the fishman! Okay, so Wotcher had told her that no one besides old men watched fishing shows, but she was sure that this would be different! Everyone wanted to see her.
Finally, the fishman arrived at their waiting place on the dock. Pell was less than impressed. He was just an old man with a really big nose! No wonder only old men watched his show. He wasn’t hot like Spongebob or Scooby-Doo. She’d heard a bunch of teenage girls say that about some actor. However, the fish man proved to be nice enough when he introduced himself (his name was Roddy Rocks, what a weird name) and seemed to be excited that Pell was the guest Wotcher had decided to bring along.
“Oho, I just love it when the little ‘uns are interested in the art of fishing! Now then, shall we get started,” the big-nosed man said, gesturing towards a small motor boat roped at the dock.
Once in the boat, the toddler took a seat at the bow and leaned over to look in the water. She didn’t see any fish. “Mista Fishman, how we gonna catch fish? They’re probably still asleep,” she asked, looking over her shoulder to peer at the man, who was seated with Wotcher at the rear of the boat. “Oho, little un, the morning is a grand time to fish, especially on a cold morn such as this. One time, my cousin Nicholas and I were fishing on Lake Bass’ken and…” The yellow flowers that served as Pell’s ears closed tightly into buds, effectively cutting out the man’s rambling. Pell turned back to look at the water.
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An hour or so later, Pell was equipped with a fishing rod and told to simply stick it into the water and wait for a “bite.” She hadn’t been told exactly what a “bite” felt like, but she was determined to stay alert just in case one did come. The fishman and Wotcher were busy talking to the camera people. Filming a show was boring. Watching it was much more fun. Sighing, Pell wiggled the rod.
And then, she felt it! A bite! It was small, an almost unnoticeable tug, but it was still a bite! Unfortunately, the adults hadn’t specified what exactly she was supposed to do once she did get a bite, so instead she yelled to them. “I gotta bite, I gotta bite!” She was surprised at just how fast the fishman could move, for an old man. Grabbing her rod, he played with shiny gold handle thingy on it. “Hey, that’s my bite!”
A few minutes later, the bite was revealed to be…a fish! It was a small thing, with green stripes, barely the length of her thumb, but Pell thought the fish was beautiful. The adults weren’t so thrilled. “It’s such a small thing, it would be best to throw it back,” the fishman said once he had extracted the fish from the hook.
“Nooo! Polly has to come home with me!” Pell grinned at Wotcher as he turned to look at her. “Polly?” the man questioned. “Yes. Her name is Polly an’ I wanna keep her,” Pell said, taking the fish from the fishman’s hand. Walking over she dropped her into the water-filled bucket that had been brought if any fishes were wished to be kept alive.
Once the matter was settled, Pell went back to fishing. Again, she felt a bite, and again the fishman rushed over with surprising speed and played with the handle thing. And again, it was another small fish, but this one was white with grey stripes. And again, Pell decided that the fish must go home with her. Dubbing it Molly, she plunked it into the bucket and watched as the two fish swam around each other.
Only ten minutes after Molly had been caught, another bite was felt! This time, Pell played with the handle herself and managed to land the catch. Oh, this one was the biggest fish so far! It was a pretty dark green and the toddler rather thought that he was handsome. The girls would fight over him. Dumping Ollie into the bucket, Pell abandoned her fishing rod and beamed at the trio of fish. Fishing was fun!
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Once back home, Pell smiled at Polly, Molly, and Ollie as they swam around in their new home. Wotcher had found an empty glass bowl and had filled it with water and various knickknacks from his previous (failed) fish tank. He was bitter, almost, that his own five-year-old daughter had managed to catch three fish, but he and the legendary Rodney Roux had both failed to catch even the first fish. Oh, well, that’s the way it was, he supposed. At least Pell was happy with her new pets, and he would rather fish than something messy, such as a dog or cat.
Still. Stupid contest.
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Top: Ollie
Right: Polly
Bottom: Molly
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2008 1:00 pm
The Seagull Whisperer! Lifting her face to the salty sea breeze, Pell giggled as the familiar scent tickled her nose. It seemed as if they, Wotcher and her, hadn’t been to the beach in forever. She supposed Wotcher had been busy with “grown up things.” She didn’t bother to ask what any of those were. And she herself had been busy with her own things! Oh, playing, watching TV, learning how to write her name, that sort of thing. But for today, they were back, and that’s what mattered.
Wotcher followed the toddler close, frowning as his shoes sunk slightly into the sand. He had never been too keen on visiting the beach. It smelled funky and the sand was annoying. Not the mention the crowds! But Pell seemed to particularly enjoy the area, and the summer tourists had yet to return to the shore, so the man figured it couldn’t hurt to at least take her for…five minutes or so, right? Long enough to feed the gulls the bag of bread crumbs and various other food bits they had brought along, at least.
Pausing at the line where the incoming waves stopped, Pell peered upwards. A few gulls were already here, wheeling lazily in the sky. But more would come once they began feeding them. They always did. “Okay, Wotcha, here is a good spot. Let’s open the bag,” she said, reaching up to receive a handful of the foot bits from her guardian. Hehe, this was going to be so fun! Grinning, she tossed the first bit of food upwards to a passing bird.
As predicted, once one seagull realized that ‘hay, that orange-haired thing has food,’ what seemed like billions more soon arrived. Pell was having a blast, throwing bits of food left and right, laughing as wings, beaks, and everything else brushed dangerously close to her face. However, Wotcher wasn’t having nearly as fun of a time. Pulling his hat tighter onto his head, he couldn’t help but worry that this outing would soon turn into an Alfred Hitchcock movie remake. And to make matters worse, the food was out! The birds would not be pleased.
“Pell, I think it’s time to go,” Wotcher said, tugging onto her shoulder with his spare hand. She turned towards him, almost yelling above the loud cries of the gulls. “But they’re still hungry!” He could’ve choked her. Of course they were still hungry! And they would be pecking at their eyeballs next, if they didn’t hurry and leave! “Let’s just go.” He steered her ahead, taking care to avoid pressing the wings that were tightly folded against her back.
The birds weren’t too happy with this. Like the orange-haired thing had said, they were still hungry! As a collective group, they followed the two as they walked. Wotcher cursed. He could feel their beaks scraping against his bones already!
Pell thought what the birds were doing was very rude! Seagulls were some of her favorite animals, but they were still acting like stupidheads. “You leave us alone! We ain’t got no more foods!” She pointed her finger at them and yelled, hoping that it wouldn’t get bitten off.
Surprisingly, either her yelling or her pointing seemed to do the trick. Simultaneously all of the birds descended onto the sand around the duo and stood. Silent and still, the gulls merely eyed them. Gasping, Pell turned around, staring at the complete circle of birds that surrounded them. What did she do? She only told them to go away! This was weird!
To Wotcher, this was more than ‘weird.’ It was terrifying. This was like the part from that movie when the birds were calm! “Come on,” he whispered. This time, the toddler didn’t need a pull or a tug. She followed her protector, yet still staring at the odd birds that moved to allow them to pass. Even as they left the sand, looking over her shoulder, she could still see them.
Okay.
Whatever.
The beach was still fun, right?
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[YAY FOR ABILITIES. Pell won't normally be able to calm such a large number of birds. However, I made an exception this time, since it was the first time the ability manifested itself (ICly) and she wasn't aware of even using it. I needed a way for her to discover it. XD]
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2008 3:25 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2008 3:26 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 25, 2008 7:57 am
Wotcher Dear Journal-thing,
This thing is kind if dusty, isn’t it? I really need to remember where I put these things, because the ‘keep them in a safe place’ method just isn’t working. I should just start putting it into the fridge, right beside the milk. I’ll be sure to see it then! It may start to smell kind of weird after a few days, though. Maybe I’ll just ask Pell to keep it. She’ll probably think she’s guarding a treasure or something. No, wait, then it’ll have “pretty pictures” colored all onto its pages. The fridge is best.
Speaking of Pell, she absolutely terrified me the other day. For the winter, it was a fairly mild day, and since she had been asking for months, I decided to take her to the beach. Not to get into the water or anything, but just to be there and feed the birds a few scraps of food that I had gathered. Better than another trip to the trash dump! Those things sure can pack it away.
And pack it away they did. Not even five minutes after we had began to feed them, we were already out of food! But those damned birds kept swooping around us with their beaks of death. I could already feel my eyeballs being pulled from my skull. I started trying to steer Pell away, but the birds followed us. They were everywhere and I could swear their cries sounded like “Kill! Kill! Kill!”
I don’t know exactly what happened next, but Pell shouted something to the birds and pointed her finger at them and…they stopped. They just stopped. Each and every single one of them stopped flying, crying, and whatever else and just sat there on the ground, staring at us. A toddler managing to get a whole flock of seagulls to calm down was possibly more scary than the seagulls themselves. I don’t know how she did it, but I guess there’s things more freaky about her than a pair of wings and flower-ears.
Right now, she’s outside in the backyard harassing the birds in the trees, trying to get them to do the same thing the gulls did. I don’t think she’s had any success yet. I’m not exactly sure I want her to. If she can do it to birds, can she do it to people? To me? It’s scary, I tell you. She’s already changed so much. Sure, she’s still basically the smiling, happy kid that she’s always been, but she’s recently found herself a rather nasty sense of humor. Like what she did to that poor kid at Candy Mountain! But I don’t have time to go there, I think she’s about to come in for lunch.
I hope she doesn’t grow anytime soon.
-- Wotcher
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Posted: Thu Mar 27, 2008 9:21 pm
Kid Quest “Pell, hurry up, the party starts in an hour,” Wotcher called down the hallway as he hurriedly tied his shoe laces. He couldn’t believe he had forgotten about little Jimmy’s birthday party! He hadn’t even bought a present for him yet! Oddly, it seemed that Pell too had forgotten about the birthday party. She, like any child, was usually so excited to be attending a party. Oh well, not enough time to worry about it now! “Come on,” he repeated.
Walking out of her room, Pell shook her head at her guardian. “You’re so impayshun, an hour is a long time,” she said, brushing her short hair with her fingers. Truthfully, she didn’t even want to go to the dumb party. Jimmy was so mean! Oh, and he was also ugly. But if she went she would get cake and candy and maybe even a goody bag with a toy inside! A rather fair trade, if she did say so herself. “Okay, we can go now.”
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Once the two arrived at the store, Wotcher grabbed a basket and instantly headed for the toy aisle. “Just pick out a toy, alright? It hasn’t got to be a cheap-o, but don’t choose the most expensive thing they’ve got. Jimmy’s mother is a real stickler when it comes to her boy. If she gets the cheapest, she thinks we don’t care, if we get the most expensive…then I’m a ***** Wotcher and already wandering down the aisle, Pell reached for the first toy she saw. It was a doll, soft, plush, and pink. Taking it back to her protector, she held it up to the man. “’Kay, here is the gift. We go now?” Jimmy didn’t deserve a nice toy. All she wanted was cake.
“Jimmy is a boy. He’s not going to want a doll. Pick something else out,” Wotcher said, eyeing the toddler with amusement.
Sighing, Pell placed the doll back onto the shelf. Jimmy was almost like a girl! He screamed when she chased him. Traveling farther down the aisle, Pell saw another toy, this one a wooden car, that she thought Jimmy “deserved.” Cars were boy toys, right? Again, she took it back to Wotcher for approval.
“That toy is for little kids! Jimmy is too old for that. He’ll want something more interesting.” Was this going to take forever? Because Jimmy’s mother would frown upon lateness!
Growling with frustration, the mango Sin’aeis put the car back onto the shelf and look some more. How hard was it to find a good toy, but not really a good one, for Jimmy? Look, here was a red toy gun! Big boys liked to play with guns! Assured that she had now picked out the “perfect” toy, Pell walked back and placed the gun into the basket.
“No. Jimmy’s mother doesn’t like guns. She would never approve of her boy playing with one, even if it is just a toy.” Wotcher was beginning to think that maybe he should have picked out the toy.
“Maybe Jimmy should find his own toy, then,” Pell grumbled as she went down the aisle yet again. This was too much trouble! What about this…binocular thing here? It was a big boy toy and it wasn’t a gun! Present found!
“Nono, that one is far too cheap! Whatever, we’re running out of time. Just pick one,” Wotcher said, beginning to get exasperated. How many toys had she picked out so far? Three? Four?
Likewise, Pell was also on the brink of exasperation. What kind of toy did the man want? Picking out a toy was usually a very easy thing! Besides, it’s not like the toy mattered. Toys were for playing with maybe once or twice, then you forgot about them and got a new one. Why else was there so many different kinds? Yellow eyes searching the shelf, she eventually grabbed a box that had three action figures in it.
“Let’s just get this one. It has, um, soldurs? Boys like to play with soldurs!” She honestly had no idea what the three things inside the box were, probably not soldiers, but she was sure Jimmy would like them anyway. They had pretty colors! She would even play with them. Well, if Jimmy gave her cake, maybe he did deserve cool toys like these. Maybe.
“Okay, whatever. That sounds good.” Wotcher placed the box into the basket, not even bothering to look at what was inside. They were running so late! He still had to wrap the gift and everything! He was so preoccupied with worrying, that he didn’t even pay attention as the cashier rang up the gift and he paid for it.
Of course, he realized what he purchased once they had exited the store and were sitting on one of the benches outside, in order to wrap the gift. “Pell, what exactly did you pick out,” he asked in horror as he stared at the box of Jabba the Hutt’s slave dancers toys.
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Doll
Car
Gun
ViewMaster Thing
SLAVE DANCERS
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