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 Posted: Tue Jan 31, 2006 7:19 am
Testing Carl's Rational Thoughts Monday, January 30, 2006
11:45 am EST
Living Room- Donna's home
Matters in question: Does the animal status of a Velveteen actually posess the capability to rationally look at a problem or difficulty?
Is the specimen aware of his abilities and thier extent?
To what degree does thier maturity level allow them to act?
Hypothesis: I believe that Carl posesses the thought pattern of a human child ranging from 4-6 years of age. He is aware of his powers. He is not yet sure of thier extent.
Conclusion: Not yet determined
11:50 am: The experiment has begun, I have compiled what little data is known in accordance to the Velveteens together and created a hypothesis. Our subject, my son, Carl will be put through various exersizes and tests to determine the aforementioned questions.
Our first test will to see the basic functions of his body in regards to his muted size for the specie. The normal size for Harpy Eagles can vary according to location, diet, and other conditions. However, despite the favorable enviroment that has been provided, Carl has only managed a good 6 inches of height.
Note: It seems that nomatter the available sources of food and other variables, Velvets only grow to a size that echoes thier names. Velvets! I have witnessed this occurance in many of thier kind wandering the shop. Nayati and Chastity, being the oldest in assumption, even still are tiny in comparrison to a human child. However, well adapted to it, the Velvets seem to dismiss the thought entirely on thier own accord. A blissful way of thinking indeed. Most seem very happy without the size of thier much larger counterparts.
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Donna set asside the clipboard and mounted the umber frames against the back pallet of her molten orbs. A smile twinged the edges of her lips. Carl sat before her with beak nestled into the fluffy down of his premature depth of feathers, running the edges through the curved appendage so that light may dance upon thier sheen figures, when set back into place. In the passing days he had become her pride and joy. Her son - although not entirely humane. Donna brought a hand to her features. An errant tendril of her deep auburn locks were nestled as well back into place. Mother and son were alike in this aspect, but innocent and devoid of the knowledge of her intent he sat pleased on his own while Donna sunk to her knees beside the table and began lightly scratching beneath his tuft.
"Are you ready yet, Carl?" The Velveteen left off his preening. He had been doing such routine for a good while now, and at the query decided it best to leave off. Shimmering orbs of pleasant blue turned toward the woman. His beak parted again, and a soft chirrup fell from his beak to assure her that all was well. 'For ready am I what?' His gentle rebunk, 'Are something to do you me to?' He cocked his head to the right side, his crown rising as Donna's hand fell back.
A vase was soon brought forth and set on the table. It was a large, earthen thing. Rough in textured appearance but at once impossibly slippery to grasp with one's bare nails. Carl hopped forth towards it and screeched as reflection came into view. Donna spun the vase one way around and then the other, beginning to explain. "This is a vase. Inside the vase is water. You must get the water. You can use anything inside or outside the house to get a drink of water from the vase. Ok? You're on your own, so try your best and take your time."
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12:05 pm: We have begun the experiment. Carl seems to just be inspecting it for now. This could show signs of intelligent pondering, but it could just as well be the primitive musings of the common bird and a new perspective of reflection. I'm not sure which it is...
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Carl hopped about the vase. His eyes widened slightly as his own reflection contorted at each delicate curve of the shiny surface. Smooth and almost seemingly flawless, the structure flaunted it's treacherously slick surface against the curving talons to which he bounced so readily upon. There didn't seem to be any chance of lifting it- but maybe it wasn't that slippery after all. Looks could be decieving right? With a few shallow flaps he lifted his tiny frame into the air only to perch upon the sill of the vase.
There were no grooves or indentions for him to sink his talons into. The inner workings of the vessel were just as smooth as had they been if placed on the outside. Carl clutched warily at the inner lip, lifting up with mighty swoops of his wings, only for the sickening screech of claw against glass to resonate through the air. He released his grip on it. 'Bad is noise this!' Any further thoughts of picking it up were detered. The feathers about his tracheal shaft bristled as the avian child craned his neck down into the hollow chamber, hoping to see his prize. Even for the sound the water stayed deep in the basin's belly. What more it was unseen for darkness that surrounded either side!
'No this good seems!' He withdrew himself from it, and poked his head towards his mother. 'Not like this vase do I, no more I should do?' Donna gestured for him to edge along. Her beckon for his answer to the dilemna was not negligent, but honestly, she felt he ought to try a bit more than that. Perhaps just a hint... "Carl, why don't you get the water to come up to you?"
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12:11pm: Carl was given hint. Does that compromise the experiment? Not sure. He still has to figure out how to get it up to him, so I'm sure that it wouldn't effect the results too much.
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'Water to me come to get the?' Carl looked down into the darkness again. 'Do that how do I?' His feet shuffled along the thin ridge. At each move he tried turning and twisting his head and wings into a different view, but each way he looked at it all he could see was darkness that fell so heavily through the water.
Water...what did he know about it? Maxine liked to ride it. Humans liked to have it dumped over thier heads. His momma poured water into cups for drinking...That was it! Carl launched himself into the air and soared off through the vast corridors of the house. He soon returned with a cup in claws, dropping the plastic container onto the floor where he dropped beside to right it with beak and claw. Once the cup was rightly set, Carl then got back up onto the table and began to ram himself against the vase.
It teetered right...then veered left upon the circular axis of it's bottom. For a moment in time it simply hung there, before turning over onto it's side so that the content might pour out onto the table. The liquid ran every which way it seemed - over the tabletop and onto the floor - but Carl somehow managed to usher some of the desired substance over the edge of the table where the cup had been placed. It splattered as it connected with the smaller chamber. The majority of it hit floor, but either way the cup was slowly filled as wingtips brushed over the wooden surface and accompanied it to it's fate.
Once the cup was filled, Carl hopped down and bent his beak into the cool, sweet water within it.
Donna smiled once more. The scratch of her pen filled the air as her finding were recorded - and then it was set asside. She rose from the couch and cupped Carl in both hands. He was lifted up and her features brushed gently against his own. "Good work Carl. I'm so proud of you."
The little avian swelled with exhillerated pleasure of the matter. He had used strength to push over the vase and solve the problem! Now the treat was his as well with a hearty applause from his mother - and some jerky - in celebrations of his accomplishment.
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12:34pm: Carl pushed the vase over. The water poured out, and he steered it into a cup that he'd set up beneath the table.
Conclusion: My hypothesis was correct. Carl seems to have the understanding that his strength can be used as a tool, with other things as well to enhance the results. By using a cup - he showed rational acknowledgemnt of me using the cup for a similar purpose. I rewarded him soon after with due praise and jerky treat. He seems to enjoy it.
End Log.
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Posted: Tue Jan 31, 2006 7:20 am
How Carl got banned from the Pet Competition It all started at A.A.B.A.D., or the annual Avian Association Bird Academic Demonstration. Since I've begun recording what I find out about Velvet's behavior and structures, I decided that since Carl is gifted with such fluidity in public situations that I'd enter him in the obstacle course. That ought to be a cinch right? After all, he's strong enough to tackle most obstacles that come his way. So I was sure and proud that he'd take first place. We arrived early Tuesday morning at the civic center. I was dressed up in my best showroom clothes. To anyone who didn't know me- I looked like a professional! Nervous though,- I didn't know how to walk into the champions chambers, but poised as a cherry on whipped cream, I thrust open both doors wide and stepped in. Carl sat neatly upon my shoulder. He was more confident than I was. You should have seen his feathers bristle in the chilly winter air, with nary a snowflake to mar his blessed coat. His eyes directed straightforward, but he held his excitement. This was- after all - his first time. (( to be continued later this afternoon ))
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2006 4:46 am
February 25, 2006
Dear Diary - it's been awhile!
Much has happened through the month of February, which has already come and gone. Carl and I have been up to a lot and nothing all at once - training his abilities (with wing weights and excersizes with safety glass for his claws) while I've been doing my own training.
Yes.
I've been working out. I feel like it's been forever since I last had the time to sit down and write...so I'll make the best of what time I have now to catch you up! Celtic is gone. His father has decided finally to take the child away into his prestigious training. I'm happy he's with his father...and I trust that Seta will do a good job on his own. Maxine and I are still together though. She makes up for the company lost - as does Carl who has taken it upon himself to be my 'child of sorts'.
To be honest, he's doing a good job. Although the pet show incident was a little rough ( I still say that parrot had it comming! ) all in all the days have been in training or just goofing off like a family should.
I'm hoping he'll grow soon. I have so much I want to teach him! Until than, this is your Donna signing out. heart
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2006 2:29 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 28, 2006 4:41 pm
Carl Grows! The Velveteen Toychest -How it happened you may never know, but it was quite a surprise when you woke, finding yourself not in your warm comfy bed... but instead in a cage of iron, suspended by a thick rope a good ten feet above the ground. You're not quite certain why you're there.. but from the dank apperance of the place, the unfriendly and sleeping guard, and the unpleasant sound of fellow prisoners you're less then thrilled to stay.
You just need to find someway to get out. The bars are very thick and too close together for a human to fit through, but Carl might be able to slip out. The lock rests within the door.. it seems you might need a key.. a perhaps a way to not fall the large distance once the door is open. Hurry hurry! You never know when the guards will come for you.-
Not that he would have wanted to. The room was small and dank, smelling of age and lit only by the low flickering embers that remained in burned out torches that hung from the sconces on the wall. The walls themselves appeared to consist of dirt and stone, loosely dusting the floor with the occasional layer shed – although still too thick to have ever been dug through by any prisoner, great or small. Cobblestones made up the floor. This was hardly seen for the dirty hay and earth that caked them multiple shades of brown. A puddle or two was scattered here and there to reflect what little light was offered, and whatever became illuminated as it ventured near the pools of filth. Rats bordered these, and those who’d made them.
Three cells were carved out from the west, east, and southern walls. One held two inmates, while the others only held one occupant each. They were temporary. Their lives were near done. In the northwest corner, a makeshift table served as a pillow, as well as a dining tray for a rather fat and greasy looking guard, who to all the world looked as though he’d keeled back on the tiny stool and died choking on the multiple chins sported beneath his quivering lips. From these came snores reminiscent of dying swine.
Wine was carelessly sloshed over the plywood table, this soaked into two half loaves of stale bread. As for the keys? Where else. They hung on the lower back hip on the guard’s left side. Only a small person or a nimble thief could retrieve them without waking him. And only one cage held such a thing as that. This cage was his own. It was small, cramped with only a bird and his master that had not yet wakened.
And Carl hopped around his cage. His feet were sore something awful, and until his owner woke he was quite alone. The avian peered from behind the cast iron bars. He knew that they had to get out. They had to get out soon.
Donna stirred a quarter to seven. There were no windows or clocks to tell her to rise, but rather her internal instinct that she needed to get up and begin the day – as every morning before, and this one to. In her usual routine she would sit right up and feel the pillow, before swinging her legs over the edge of the bed and pushing herself up from the soft nest. Without knowing her surroundings she made to do so, but today there wasn’t a pillow and there wasn’t a bed. Her hand met cold iron. She opened her eyes, and a startled cry fell from her lips.
“Holy frew!” The words resonated softly, but the guard did not stir. Only the rats scattered, and did Carl hop over and onto her knee. He looked up into her features and chirruped softly. Her attentions turned to him and she extended an arm. The bird scuttled up it and took his perch on her shoulder – a shaky station, but more comfortable than where he’d been moments before. Now Donna was up and quite awake. She stood at the brink of the cage and clutched at the bars, taking stock of her surroundings while trying to figure out just WHAT was going on.
It was apparent, that. They were very high off the ground, there were cages everywhere, and for some reason she wasn’t even wearing her pajamas? No. She was wearing jeans and a t-shirt all of the sudden. The body trembled at the thought of some one having done it, but her thought was to find and kill that person once she figured out how the hell to get down from there.
Donna sunk to the bottom of the cage and coaxed Carl onto her hand. He willingly came and arched his neck for attention, receiving in turn a soft stroke while his mother pieced it together. There was no chance of jumping. Even if she could get a body part through the bars – she’d get stuck, and they were way too high off the ground to land uninjured for escape. From what she was assuming, the rope wasn’t a help either. The impact would be taken by the cage of they cut it, but that would just attract every guard and official the place had. If anything – the real problem was the lack of lock. There didn’t seem to be one hanging off the door that they could just break off. It would be IN the door. Meaning they needed a key they didn’t have. Yet.
Pushing herself up with the idea, she quietly began to relay instructions to her child bird. From every movie she’d ever seen – she pretty much knew where the keys were and that was safe enough assumed, for every snore the guard let loose, he would jingle slightly. She pointed Carl at him and whispered. “Carl…see the fat thing? I need you to fly over and very very very quietly get a BIG ring off the fat thing’s hip.” She pointed at her own hip and made a ring with her fingers. “Try not to make any noise, and bring me back the ring as fast as you can without waking him up, `kay?”
Carl cocked his head slightly before nodding, and then with his mothers help he slipped through the crack in the bars and began gliding down.
Then things started getting complicated.
“`Ey young miss! Whatdya think yer doin?” One of the older prisoners and shakily risen and now stood by the bars of his cell. He looked ornery and unwilling to take much from anyone. The man was old alright. A wispy white beard curled near to his ankles, dried blood speckled the mass here and there – and he looked as though food hadn’t passed his lips in days.
Donna followed the sound to the other side of the cage and looked down. “Shhhhh, you’re gonna wake the guard…” Her tones were quiet, but frantic. She didn’t particularly want to stay there any longer than she had to.
“SO?!” His ragged fist was shaken at her, before dipping to catch a stone and throw it at her or the guard. Whichever he saw fit.
“SHHH! Old man…if you stay quiet I’ll do you a favor…”
THAT caught his attention. He tossed the stone up and down within one palm, his brow arched quizzically. “What kind of favor…”
The woman pointed to her bird.
He waved his hand and leaned back on the bars. “Tcha…don’t count your chickens afore they hatch. `E aint gonna get the keys that easy.”
And he was right. Carl had been circling over the guard for a long time now, unsure of precisely when and how to strike and obtain the prey without causing its vessel to awaken and take its wrath upon him. The man was huge. 700lbs to say the least, and even then looking as though he could easily tuck a baby whale beneath one of his gelatinous rolls. The bird was all but given up for an aerial pursuit. He’d have to land to pull this off.
Thus he did. A soft ‘tak tak’ followed his steps and claw met cobblestone, the only thing muting it being the dirt and grime that had accumulated over years of negligence. Carl inclined his head one way and then another, hopping all of the time closer to see what he could see from the right vantage point. Now the keys were visible every time the guard inhaled. The stool beneath the giant creaked and groaned beneath the weight, and knowing that sort of sound – the stool had not much longer to last.
He approached said stool and began climbing his way up one of the stubby legs. There was just enough room for grip, and the six inch bird was taking up every inch of it as he scuttled along its edge and towards the thigh the keys were belted upon. The guard snorted, Carl froze. A good few minutes passed in silence, before the usual grind began and the man began snoring vociferously. One two…the breaths passed. Every time the man inhaled, the bird would quickly reach in and work on using his talons to cut away at the belt before withdrawing slightly and waiting for the next breath to be taken.
In a matter of minutes the keychain was loose, too loose and too filled to fall without a great clatter. This was where he had to stick his neck out – literally. Carl hesitated…waited…and then plunged his head in quickly to grab the keys and pulls them back to his feathered breast to silence them. His own breath stalled. The room held quiet. The guard continued his slumber, before finally the avian opened his wings and silently began his ascent back to his mothers cage.
Donna opened her hand. And was rewarded with the heavy thud of keys falling into the palm as smooth as silk. This she took back towards the old man, an held it up for him to see.
He chuckled softly and nodded. “Fair fair `nough…and whatdya intend to do? What’s keepin me from wakin old baggy guts?”
She longingly stroked the keys. “Well…if you keep quiet and help me, I’ll..I’ll…I’ll let you out once I get down.”
“And how do ya figure to do that?”
That she hadn’t thought of. She sunk to the bottom of the cage and began to think again, all while Carl circled round and round beneath the cage, impatient to leave and unhappy to still be here. The only thing in the cage or consisting of that offered any rest were the bars. Donna leaned up close to them and lay her head against one, before casting a sad gaze down to the old man who stood waiting.
It was then a plan formulated.
His bars! The bars to the cage that held him – were much thinner. Just thin enough for Carl to break open…and for what better purpose than to get her down. Finally she addressed him again. “A ladder. I’m going to make a ladder.”
“Outta what?”
“Your cell. If you keep everyone quiet, I’ll make a ladder from the bars of your cell and let everyone else loose as soon as I get down. If I don’t keep my word you can turn me in.”
He tilted his head one way and then the other, scratching his chin in deep contemplation until finally he nodded a slow and knowing nod. “Sounds likea plan ta me…Get me outta here!”
“Shhhhh”
“Oh…sorry…”
Donna summoned Carl back and gently lay a kiss on his brow. He craved and adored the attention and trilled a pretty few notes, while his mother caressed him still. “Carl…” He looked up and into her eyes. “I know it’s hard and I know it’s so far to go…but I know you can do it, if you try. Please…break those bars and bring them back to me, without a sound, so we can get out of here…”
Without answer he flapped his wings hard and started off towards the cage where the old man stood. No words of chirps were needed for the task, for both were now a kinship in spirit to liberate all there to a life of freedom. The old man would help keep the bars quiet, while Carl took hold with both feet and strained and worked until the metal cried and broke apart into his waiting grasp. He would bring Donna a support and Donna would send him back – until finally the man was free and she had enough for a ladder to make.
Now all that remained was the lock. Donna handled this on her own, and slid her hand through the bars to try each key one by one. She must have gone through a hundred keys before she found it, but once the key was found – the sweet and soft melody of the lock opening filled her senses. She smiled.
Carl soon returned after the man had left the cage. He was needed for this to and knew her not strong enough to bend those iron bars. That he would do. Donna held out the bar one piece at a time, allowing him to wrap his talons and beak around them and bend them just so that they clicked together like pieces of a puzzle. It only reached seven feet down, but that was enough.
Donna got on the ladder and descended until the end, before jumping nimble; she landed on the floor of her keep. There the old man met her.
“You gonna keep that promise?”
The woman nodded in reply and went to the other cells to free the inmates. Soon one and all were fine and feeling frivolous, and with one mighty revolution of his stride, Carl released a heart wrenching cry of joy to their cause.
And that woke the guard.
But as all endings are – it was a happy one. The old man took up the guard’s wine bottle and bust it over the mans head, causing him to go into an even deeper sleep than before.
Before anyone even came to relieve the dictator of his post.
Donna, Carl, and every prisoner they’d kept – was gone into a world where they would never be kept again. Into the real world…where…whether they would ever know why or not, the jail they’d been in dematerialized around them and again the two were back where they’d begun. In a cool bedroom on a warm summer morning – no one but they ever the wiser, for the journey they had taken.
The end
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Posted: Mon Aug 28, 2006 4:43 pm
Dear Journal,
We have a LOT to discuss! Man I’ve been negligent lately – there was like an inch of dust on you when I finally got off my lazy butt to do some writing. Now let’s see…To the news! I guess I’ll just go down the list of the most recent things to happen since I last wrote in here.
A while back, I was conducting some tests with Carl to see how it is the Velveteens do what they do – and what I found was amazing! Velveteens aren’t some specie or standard grade that can be studied. Each is their own individual person..erm…Velvet, that chooses how little or how much power they wield. Carl has a lot of power and potential, and even though he was just an animal, I think he understood a lot more than I gave him credit for. I guess you could say that the conclusion I came to is no conclusion at all, save for that I want to spend more time learning and growing along with my child as I couldn’t do alone.
And a child he is! That’s the latest news anyways, and what news it is! It was…odd…when it happened. I remember being in a jail, some old man yelling at me, along with a fat guard who got smacked by a bottle…all a little fuzzy, but I somehow just KNOW it happened. I woke up in bed without too much thought about it – but boy did I start thinking once a seven inch bird in a hoodie emerged from under my covers! Yep, it was Carl alright. He grew, apparently fully clothed, into a child that I’m fit to burst over pride of. Does that make sense? I guess it doesn’t really, but still – I’m so giddy over it! All that weight lifting paid off to…He’s pretty lean and well built for his age, with a cleverness to match.
We haven’t really gotten into the whole mindset of things though. Yesterday he finally admitted defeat over his nest. He just can’t fit anymore, so we’re probably going to go buy him something a little more suited to him. Another major change is his hunting. Poor kid. He can’t fly anymore, so it’s become a little more of a challenge than it used to be. Speaking of challenges to deal with – he also has a speech impediment. He cannot, will not, and refuses to use any word with the letter ‘s’ in it – since with his beak, it comes out as ‘th’. ‘Thuch’ ‘Thomebody’…you get the picture. Luckily, he seems pretty good at avoiding it.
That’s about all there is for now though. Carl is adjusting to his new body, and I’m adjusting to the new Carl. I think I’ll teach him how to read and write soon so that maybe we’ll get a few more entries in here.
Until than, I’m signing out.
Try to stay undusty!
Donna
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Posted: Mon Aug 28, 2006 4:43 pm
Dear Journal,
Today we went to the park. The sky was a bit overcast, and the weather channel is calling for thunderstorms across our area.
All life is so bleak and grey lately.
Carl is developing into a fine young charmer, although I’m sorry to say that he’s still making rookie mistakes when it comes down to it. For instance! I’ve been taking him out to play, spending time with him and generally just making the most of his childhood days – but after the play is done and we get home all dusty and musty, he doesn’t let me go near him with soap or water! Honestly, I don’t get what it is with young boys and avoiding baths! Luckily, I concocted a plan to beat him at his own game.
So as I mentioned, we went to the park with the weather a brooding something wet and wild. I let Carl do whatever he pleased, while all of the time watching the sky. What I didn’t expect was to meet up with Yume and Trea! Apparently they were out as well, and the little mouse girl was quite thrilled to see Carl. Not that he wasn’t equally as thrilled (perhaps even more!) as she was, but in stereotypical charmer fashion – he played it as cool as he could. I saw his tail bristling though! That means some one was excited ~! Either that or embarrassed, but truthfully I think it was both.
They played and talked. Carl showed off a little and made them some metal trinkets, while Yume talked over how much our kids have grown. After that it began raining and we split our ways, but oh the cutest thing happened before we left! Trea was a little afraid of getting too wet, so Carl let her wear his hoodie. She was so adorable…and he was such a showoff! Yume took Trea home after that, and Carl waited a little bit to put back on his hoodie. Score one for me! He was free of filth before we even left the park. I don’t think he even knew – or if he did, he didn’t care – and only went on and on about how awesome the little visit was.
I tucked a very sleepy Carl into bed, when we got home, and sat to watch some tv and wonder what the future holds. No one can be sure yet, but for now…for now I think I’m just happy that he’s my kid, and we have so many more days ahead of us before he has to grow up and grow out of me.
A day at a time, until a far off tomorrow
Signing out,
Donna
(( Rp
*Introduces a vague desire to learn metalwork ))
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Posted: Sat Oct 21, 2006 3:45 pm
Yume Rp*Part 1 is long gone, Summary: Carl comes in, sees Trea, they greet each other, and then decide to play Castles. Carl suggests they make a plush fort - Trea agrees and grabs some plushes, Carl doing the same and following suit to help construct it at the back door of the shop. *Carl gets his first kiss heart
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Posted: Sun Oct 22, 2006 3:47 pm
The days were getting cooler and the nights were becoming longer. Tree tops green now began to fade into deep russet hues, highlighted by a splendid gold and fiery orange that had spread over the leaves. It was now that school busses could be seen roving the neighborhood, and it was now that all good children were going away to school.
All of them, but Carl.
"I want to GO!", the avian child demanded, "and I'm GOING to go, whether you say so or not!" His arms were crossed over his chest and his tail feathers bristled out in anger. It was a rare occasion, but the suave "king" of the Velvets was having something that every child in every race had ever had - a temper tantrum.
His mother shook her head as though she didn't know what to tell him. "Carl, you can't...I mean - " it ended there, with the loud, resounding cry of "I. Want. to. GO! I want to go to school!" "But..." "You're not the boss of me!" And that was the beginning of the end to that. Donna was deeply hurt, angry even! That the Bird Boy she'd worked so hard to give accommodation to, as well as her affection and attention, had said such a thing. Said such a terrible thing...to something a great deal larger than he was. Carl had never had to be disciplined before, but the glaring frown on Donna's features was something he'd never seen before.
The blow was brief.
Carl stood there, absolutely stunned by his mothers’ actions. She’d…She’d flicked him on the beak! It didn’t hurt, not really, but it was as though some deep and primal ache had arisen, just to the thought she would ever deny him his wishes. Tears welled within the deep sapphire orbs, and without another word he turned and ran from her. The door slammed behind him, and Donna only stood there – still angry, but beginning to second guess what she’d done.
It was at least an hour before she was calmed down enough to be sorry, and settled enough to make his favorite treat and knock on the door. There wasn’t an answer, but she pulled it open and stepped in, finding the boy still sat, sulking, on his bed. He didn’t even look at her. “Hey…”, the quiet words fell with uncertainty, “I brought you some dinner…it’s your favorite.” This time, he gave up a soft ‘humph’. They were making progress, right? She moved to the bedside and sat down the dinner on the table, she then knelt beside him and gently began stroking the feathered tufts he’d worked so hard to preen. “Carl…you know I didn’t mean it…It’s just…you’re too small to go to school with the other kids.” “No I’m not...” “Carl, you’re only seven inches tall. You’re barely taller than Trea. I know you want to go, but you could get hurt or stepped on…I wouldn’t feel right sending you there with kids over four or five feet tall. Now,”
She paused and turned his cheek to look up at her. “School is a lot of fun, and I do think it’s time you started learning the things they teach; so that’s why I’m going to be ordering some home school books. So you can learn what they do…even more than they do!” This seemed to strike up an interest. “M-More?” “Mhm…more. You’ll be even smarter than they will be. Promise.”
For the first time since the argument began, Carl smiled and nodded. He would be smarter than they would! If that didn’t beat all, than he didn’t know what did – although he was sure to learn. Donna pulled her pride and joy close, hugging him for a few minutes, before at last the two were content again to go about the evening.
The schooling would start tomorrow.
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Posted: Tue Oct 24, 2006 1:38 pm
Dear Diary,
Today is one of those days to mark down on the old 'first time' book.
What do I mean by that?
Today was Carls' first fight with another Velvet, or at least that's what he told me. I sent him out to go and get our crossword, pumpkin, and a few other things that day, thinking nothing of any great signifigance was going to happen - only for a very irked looking Carl to come home. At first he wouldn't tell me what happened. The feathers on his arm were damp, his costume slightly askew, and his temperment...not the best. He only closed himself in his room when I asked, and wouldn't let me in for god knows how long. The sound of weights being lifted and exertion being had could be heard, but for what reason I was still lost.
And then he came out and told me.
Apparently, a new Velvet girl called Iris a 'Bunny eared twit' and Carl did NOT like it at all. He didn't throw the first punch...I don't think...but he did confess to scratching her and ripping a part of her dress. She cut him a new one as well, so that makes them pretty even, but he's not sattisfied.
-sigh- I don't know what to do with him.
Nomatter what I do, I'm guessing I will eventually meet this 'Keaira' and 'Damon', and hopefully straighten out some things. Until that day, I can tell that he won't be resting easy. Call me what you will - but there's just something about him that isn't himself. There's something wrong.
Gods I wish I was better at this whole kid raising thing...
Hopefully I'll be able to do SOMETHING to help, and hopefully filling out the crossword will be that thing - since I'm about to go ask him to help me out here.
Things will be normal soon enough, and it is then I'll write again. Here is where I leave this.
~Donna
Rp Beginning: ]http://www.gaiaonline.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=15382503&page=128
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