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 Posted: Sat Jan 02, 2010 12:48 pm
"God Bless us, every one!"
Well, the holidays are over, but poor little Tim here seems to be stuck limping around with his crutch still! While on his way home one evening, this little guy runs into something unusual; another Spica who seems to be stuck in a tree! What happened? Is this new gladier friendly, or mean, or is he spying on you? Do you help them out of the tree? What about your injured leg?
The twist to this prompt is that you must include these things in your response: star, teddy bear, cheese, and noodles.
o Do not whine if you do not get a gladier your first time around. There will always be more opportunities, so don't harass anyone who got one.
o You MAY NOT post more than once during this sale. You MAY edit your entry up until the sale closes.
o Pay in a prompt and orderly manner. If you have not sent the gold to Myriamele within 24 hours of being announced the winner, the pet will be offered to the next choice writer. Please note, you will also be placed on greylist probation for a month due to non-payment.
o We do not accept items as payment; Gladiers do not cost that much. We do not have payment plans either.flatsale cost :: 10K
You have until January 12th at 5p CST to post your entries here.
Winner will be announced January 14th when the event closes.
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Posted: Wed Jan 06, 2010 1:51 pm
Timothy Cratchit looked up at the first few stars shining weakly in the dusky sky. There was no sound to disrupt the slient night, nothing but the thump of his crutch as it hit the ground. Now that the holidays were over, no one had much cause to bustle about, and Timothy hobbled back from the hill his father took him to so often alone. Usually his father was walking home with him, but with Christmas, he had landed a new job with an Ebeneezer Scrooge, and he was busy, always busy.
Tim knew it was for the best. Of course it was for the best, the job was what had got him the teddy he had opened on Christmas, with its shiny eyes and stitched on smile. But when he walked home it was awfully quiet without his father telling him to look at this or that or joking with him about whatever he could think of. Tim thought the view from the hill was well worth the walk, but what made it better was the conversation. There wasn't much of that these days, not as much as there used to be. He missed that. Everyone in his family was busy just trying to make sure things ran smoothly, to survive and ensure that everyone else survived too. Maybe it was his limp, but Tim didn't rush around like the rest of them. Tim spent more time thinking and less time doing, because he couldn't do things. Now that his father was doing too many things to have time for Tim, he was, well, lonely.
He felt selfish, but he couldn't help it. Forlornly, he kicked the ground and settled down under a pine tree to catch his breath. It would be better next Christmas. His family always had time for each other at Christmas, colliding forces that came together and settled down at one table to celebrate. For one day, Christmas Day, Tim was able to keep up with his family. And though he wasn't getting any stronger, they'd always have time for him at Christmas. It was just a year away, and though he couldn't even get home without stopping for a rest, he'd do his best to keep up.
He rested his cane against the tree, and a pinecone fell next to him with a thump. Startling, he looked around, until he spotted it, and laughed despite himself. He had to wake up out of this depressing reverie, and he supposed a pinecone would do the trick to snap him out of it.
Thump.
Another one fell next to him. Then another and another and soon all he could hear was a barrage of thudding pinecones, and then a weak "Owwww."
Tim peered carefully into the branches. One pinecone was a pleasant distraction. Forty was a maelstrom. "Who's there?" he asked suspiciously, because though he took life slowly, he knew that cripples were the perfect target for less than friendly spica. A face appeared, white as the cheese curds his mother sometimes fed him, peering down at Tim with owlish amber eyes before saying "Oh, bugger." and sticking its head back into the trees. There was a brief rustling, then nothing.
Tim would have let it go, but he was lonely and confused and surrounded by pinecones. "I saw you, you know," he pointed out. "I'm crippled, not blind."
He waited for a moment, and soon enough, the face peered down again. "Look," it said desperately, "Can we just forget all about this?"
"No," Tim replied evenly. "What are you doing in a tree?"
"Well, right now I'm being stuck," the Spica replied, obviously frustrated. "The boss isn't going to be happy with me at all, first day on the job and already I'm getting stuck and showing myself to my target and-" He paused, then said "Bugger!" More fiercely this time.
"Target? Boss?" Tim was a cripple, but he was a sharp cripple. He spent all his time thinking, and for his age, he was really quite perceptive. "If you tell me, I'll help get you down." he offered. How? Tim had no idea, but he'd work it out after he found out why he was a target. That was the most important thing on his mind, though someone being stuck in a tree was unfortunate.
"How?" asked the other spica suspiciously.
"I'm working on that. But if I don't at least try, you're bound to be stuck up there for ages, right? Can't hurt." Tim reasoned.
The other spica considered this, then finally said "Okay. I work for a ghost. I'm a minor spirit, in fact. An intern. Mostly I do tea making, noodle boiling, and slipper fetching duty, but this year we've got a special assignment, so I get to research." His chest swelled proudly, then, defensively, he added "It's harder than it looks though, okay?"
Tim eyed him from where he was dangling upside down in the tree. "It looks pretty hard." he noted. "Why would you have to research me? Why am I a target?"
"Get me down and I'll tell you." the spirit spica replied tersely. "I can feel the blood rushing to my head as it is."
Tim supposed this was fair enough. The spirit intern was starting to look pretty red in the face. But how was he going to do it? Biting his lip, he looked around him. He had pinecones, his crutch, and a leg he couldn't stand on. But his forelegs were pretty srong from pulling his lame one around all the time. Maybe if he threw something...
"Look out!" he called, and grabbed his crutch in his mouth. With a forepaw, he swiped a pinecone into the air and hit it with the crutch. It aimed true, and the other Spica well out of the tree with a thud louder than all the pinecones put together. "Ohhhhhh, my aching..." he muttered, pulling himself up and stumbling away.
"Wait!" Tim called, limping after him. "What about my answers?"
"Sorry, kid!" the spirit called behind him. "You're just too slow!"
Tim hobbled faster, but the spirit was right. Giving up a few yards away and gasping for air, the crippled Spica watched as his strange companion fled.
Someone was watching him, some 'ghost' was researching on him or something to do with him. Tim was going to keep his eyes open from now on, and as he hobbled back home once more, the stars seemed a little brighter. He wasn't able to keep up with his family, but now he had something to do, just like all the rest of his famiy. He could do something useful in his own way, even if he was a little slow, and he was going to make sure that spica answered his questions if he ran into him again.
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Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2010 1:59 pm
"Hey, you!"
Little Tim looked up into the night sky in search of the voice, where the great turkey star was shining brightly in the Christmas constellation. The thought of turkey made his tummy rumble, for all he had eaten for lunch was a bit of bread and cheese, which seemed so long ago. "W-who's there?" he stuttered nervously, afraid that one of the gang members in the area would try to beat him up again.
"Over here, noodle-brain!"
Timmy spun around in search of the voice. Leaves rustled and a branch snapped, causing him to look towards the solitary three hundred year old oak tree in the center of the town square.
"Come over here and help me already!" The voice was impatient and clearly expected Timmy to go over and help.
Timmy hesitated. Whether he wanted to help the mysterious voice or not, his bad leg clearly posed a problem here. There was hardly a chance he could climb up the tree with his crutch, and he hadn't started flying properly yet. Then again, itwas Christmas Eve. He knew what his mother would say if he didn't help, so he sighed to himself and waddled awkwardly back to the tree. "I have a gimpy leg," he called out half-heartedly, almost hoping that the mysterious voice would find this setback disappointing and tell him to go away.
Something in the tree grunted. "That won't stop you."
Timmy blinked, not expecting encouragement. Other gladiers rarely talked to him, it was always about him - in hushed tones pitying him. That made him sad and a little angry; it wasn't like he couldn't talk!
He looked up into the leaves and branches, where a pair of green eyes glowed in the falling darkness. "Good, you're here. Now, listen to me. Take that crutch of yours and throw it to me. I'm going to use it to get something important out of this tree, ok? And, get out of the way once I tell you to; I don't want to crash into you when I fall down." The voice paused, and then added something. "Not that I care about you or anything...I don't even know you, after all."
Timmy nodded, not knowing what else to do. Something about the last few words didn't sound as harsh as they were meant to be...
Following the commands, he let his arm go back as far as it could, then mustered all his power to throw his crutch straight up in the air. His back leg wobbled a little, but his determination kept him from falling down.
"Good job. Now stand back a little, I'll be down in a second."
In a few short moments, something landed with a thump in front of Timmy.
His mouth fell open, and he could barely speak.
"You're just...like me! How did you get up there?" he asked, unable to contain his surprise.
The voice, which turned out to be a female spica about his age, sat upright and began licking her rumpled fur. "It's a long story, but I guess you should hear it." Her eyes seemed to glow brighter as she set Timmy's crutch down by her own injured leg. "I was walking home with my sister, and she was busy playing with her early Christmas present. She was throwing it up into the air a little too high, so it got stuck in the branches of the tree I just fell out of," she started. "I told her to go home first, so I went up to get it. It was hard, but I managed to do it." She looked fondly over at her leg, wrapped in somewhat grubby bandages from climbing the tree. "As you can probably tell, I got stuck and couldn't reach it by myself, and then you came along. The end."
Timmy smiled as the other gladier pulled out a brand new teddy bear. "I'm glad I could help."
"Yeah, thanks. I'll be heading home now. Bye."
He couldn't stop himself from watching her leave, when he realized that he didn't know her name. "Wait - !"
Before he could ask, the female turned around. "It's alright, Timmy. I don't have a real name. You can call me...the Spirit of Christmas. Thank you for your help. You have shown me that despite your disadvantages, you have a truly pure heart. Now, go home. A surprise is waiting..."
Then, the gladier simply melted into thin air before Timmy's eyes. He shook his head and wobbled back home, thinking that he had been hallucinating. His father came home with Mr. Scrooge, who brought with him a feast for his whole family. As Timmy sat in his chair with a full stomach (the first time in days), the thought of the mysterious gladier popped into his head. He smiled to himself, and said simply: "God bless us, every one!"
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2010 12:15 pm
"Every morning,
I open my eyes to this world,
I consider a blessing many times over.
A granted wish of life,
To be treasured and cherished,
As we make new memories every waking moment."
Christmas and New year's are both very cheerful and wonderful times of the year. A time when Gladier's all around get into the spirit of giving and sharing their happiness with everyone around them. A time when, if someone needs help climbing those cold snowy hills on a blistery and cold day, someone is there to help push them along. But even though the holiday season is over, I still continue to live the best I can as if it were. Because every moment is precious. Every waking moment...With my family...Is a new and precious memory I hold.
Limp, Step, Limp, Step, Limp, Step, Limp, Step
That was the pattern Little Timmy followed as he started climbing a hill of grass and dirt he had no choice but to climb in order to get back home in time for dinner. It wasn't often he went out, and even rarer that he went out alone because of his right back leg. It was difficult alone to walk more then a mile on a straight plain, which made it even more difficult as well as straining to climb the normal hill by himself. But despite the difficulty, he pushed forward. Because if he didn't make it back by a certain time, his mother would become worrisome and leave the house with his siblings in it to find him. He didn't want his mother to stop the process of fixing dinner and taking care of his siblings just to find and help him home. It wouldn't be fair to his father who worked alongside Mr. Scourge and his siblings that needed her more then he did. With that thought in mind, he continued to push forward, almost to the top of the hill and every step he made closer to home and his family. Chanting his walking pattern into his head so that he didn't make a mistake as he walked, he didn't pay much mind to anything or anyone else, if there was anyone, around him. At least, until he heard a crunching sound somewhere nearby. He stopped.
"Is someone ther-OW!" he said before exclaiming the last part in a painful manner. Taking his front paw, he lifted it to his head and rubbed it the best he could through his hat. As he did so, he caught sight of something red in the corner of his eye and looked down to see that it was indeed half-an-apple. "an apple?.." he muttered questionably and then looked up, only to get hit on the head by yet another half eaten apple. "Ow!" he exclaimed again as he sat down where he stood and looked above him at the tree at the top of the hill. He knew it was an apple tree, there was no doubt about that as he stared at all the juicy fruit hanging from the tree's branches. His mouth watered as he imagined biting into one of the delectable, big and juicy red apples dangling just a couple of feet above him. He'd love to take some of them home with him to enjoy with his family, but no matter how he looked at it, the big picture stabbed itself right into his mind. As much as he wanted to, there was no way he could climb the tree with his bad leg. Not being able to fly yet just made it worse as the young gladier stared down at the grass below him and ants marching about near his paws.
His mind was dazed, but it didn't last long because the pains of gravity didn't spare even him as two more half eaten apples fell out of the tree and onto poor Timmy's little head. "OW!" the small gladier exclaimed for the third time as he stared up into the tree at the top of the hill. Staring still, Timmy slowly stood to his paws before taking a deep breath. He was a little agitated, but he figured who or what was up there probably didn't know he was below them and getting hit by the half eaten leftovers they tossed down from the tree.
"Hey! Is there anyone up there?! I keep getting hit by the apples you're throwing down!" Tiny Tim said as loud as he could. For a moment, he pondered what he had said, because he had asked if anyone was up there, yet stated that he was getting hit by the apples they threw down. Contradicting statements, but he was sure whoever was up there knew exactly what he meant. For a few minutes, he received no answer nor saw any movement or any extra apples falling down from the tree. His ears dropped a little from having gotten no response, but it didn't stop him. Instead, he continued right on his way up the rest of the hill, never letting the thought that he had to get home escape the back of his mind. After several minutes and no more randomly dropping apples, he made it to the top with a triumphant look on his face. But having cleared that obstacle, he knew he wasn't done just yet as he limped over to the tree and looked up into it, looking for an unnatural color amongst the leaves and branches. "Hello? is anyone up there?" he asked as he scanned the tree from where he stood, looking for any sudden moments. He frowned as he saw none and was just about to look away when something flew out of the tree and hit him right on his nose. Quite naturally he closed his eyes when he saw the object coming and then covered his nose with one of his paws, rubbing it as soon as it was hit, backing away only to tumble backwards halfway down the hill he had such a hard time climbing up.
Then the laughter came as another Gladier, like himself, climbed right down the tree over to the edge of the top of the hill. "Take that Aran! You won't be catching me this time!" she said proudly, puffing out her chest before looking down to take a good look at the gladier she had knocked down the hill oh-so-easily. Her tailed wagged, a wide smile on her face as she looked down to spot Tiny Tim was at, laying down on his stomach halfway down the hill. It didn't take long for her face to change to one of worry as she hurriedly ran down the hill to the Gladier much smaller then she was.
Timmy opened his eyes slowly, his ears lifting slightly as he heard a voice nearby him and looked up. His felt his nose touch something that wasn't his only realizing that his nose was touching that of another gladier's! And a female's at that! Tim did the only thing he could do. Gasp and quickly back away! He knew exactly what could happen because of a mistake like that, staring up at the female as she seemed to be rubbing her nose in a fit!
"EWWW! Why'd you blow your breath on me and touch my nose!" she exclaimed as she started rubbing her nose against the grass in a panic. "I've been ruined! Ruined! Ruined! And Your breath smells like noodles! EWWW!" the female Spica cried as she continued on with her hissy fit.
Sighing, Timmy could only watch the female and question her sense of smell. "Noodles?...But I had cheese and milk for breakfast!" he thought with a frown, confused by the female and why she was blowing this way out of proportion. It was a simple mistake. Nothing more. Not to mention she was the one who started it and was blaming him. He sighed as he listened to her continue to complain and whine, mentioning something about her shining prince and wishing on a shooting star and being carried off with this 'prince' on a pure white steed with this 'prince' of hers. He could only shake his head. He didn't have time for this, he had to get home, now more then ever. So he interrupted her little rant.
"Look, I'm really sorry about what happened. But it was an accident. I really have to get home so my mother doesn't get too worried. By the way, why were you up in the tree? Was it only to eat apples?" he asked.
The female Spica stared at Timmy for a moment before an expression of realization appeared on her face. "OH! That's right! I need your help! Can you help me?" she asked with pleading eyes. A sigh escaped little Timmy once more. First she threw an apple at him, then she blamed him for breathing on her and putting his nose against hers and now she was asking for his help. What she needed help with, he wasn't sure, but he'd help her despite what had happened. He couldn't help but to as if it was in his make-up to try and help someone the best he could. Even if, there was little he could help with. He ended up following her back to the tree.
"Look! Up there!" the female Spica said making jerking motions with her head to point him in the right direction.
Looking up, Timmy was invited to yet another apple, half-eaten of course right on top of his head. "Ow! was all he could say as he rubbed the top of his head with one of his paws as he looked up into the tree to see a Gladier even smaller then he was! Only thing was that it looked a lot younger and had a teddy bear sitting beside him in the tree.
"Thats my little brother. We went out today to get him that teddy bear you see with him, but then he got hungry. So we came to this apple tree and just like that, he was up there! I don't know how, but now he can't get down and he's had his fill. I can't carry him down because he's too heavy for me. Can you help me get him down?" she asked.
Tim pondered on this a minute, because it was already getting close to dark and his mother might be getting to the point she'd leave out and find him. But he couldn't just leave and not try to help this girl and her brother! It wasn't long before the gladier smiled. "Of course. I'll do my best to help you." he replied as he looked up at the Gladier. Oh and one thing?" he asked.
The female Gladier looked at Tiny Tim. "Thanks and...yeah? What is it?" she asked.
"Just one thing. Why did he throw apples at me?" Tim asked only to blink as the female laughed, and pretty hard at that it seemed. "I threw the last one, well, the one aimed for your face. I thought you were some jerk who's been messing with me lately. But my brother. When he throws things at you, my mom says it's a form of love or that he likes you" she said with a somewhat convincing smile. It was enough to put little Tim at ease, but he sure wasn't use to physical abuse, so to speak, as a form of showing 'love' or your caring for someone else! But despite that, he'd promised he'd help get him down and that's what he was going to do! Even if he didn't exactly have a plan and knew there was no way he was going to be able to climb the tree to get to him. He sat back, laying his crutch next to him as he looked up at the Gladier in the tree as well as what was around him, seemingly deep in concentration. Being unable to do a lot of things other Gladier's his age could do, he did a lot of thinking and studying instead, so while his body might be lacking, his mind wasn't.
The female Spica suddenly gasped. "Your leg! Did I do that to you?! I'm sorry I made you tumble down the hill!" she said rather loudly, standing right beside Tim. Being right next to her, Timmy's head was ringing, but he shook the feeling off. "No, No. I've had this for the longest. It's okay though. You were only protecting your brother right? He's precious. Just like you, me, and everyone else. Every day we live is a blessing after all. So let me think so I can help you get him down okay?" he said with a small smile as he looked at the branch the little guy was sitting on. "and I think, I may just have an idea" he said smiling. "But of course, I need your help" he said.
The female Spica nodded. "Alright. Anything to get my brother down" she said as she walked over towards the tree.
Tiny Tim nodded. "Alright, I need you to climb the tree with this piece of rope. Once up there, get as far as you can on the branch your brother's on. There's a pre-done hoop on one end, try to loop it along the branch and let the rest fall to the ground. I'll be under you on the ground to get the rope. alright?"
"Got it" she responded and quickly took the rope into her mouth, climbing up the tree to get to work. Timmy slowly moved his crutch under his right paw and started slowly limping over to the area right under the branch. He didn't have to wait long for the rope to be sent down to him from above. Reaching up, he grabbed the rope in between his teeth and slowly backed up. The loop on the other end of the rope tightened around the branch as Timmy pulled on it from the ground. The branch slowly began to be pulled downwards towards him as he backed away, continuing to pull at it the best he could. "I have...to keep trying" he thought as he pulled, watching as the older sister of the gladier in the tree grab onto some of the rope in front of him to help pull. He would have smiled if he could have, but he decided it would be best to thank her afterwards. It took a few minutes, but once he was sure it was just low enough, he took his crutch and the end of the rope and attempted to tie it to the top of it before pushing it down just enough in the ground, gritting his teeth somewhat from straining himself too much. "Come on!" he called to the small Glaider in the tree. Only to find that the boy just stared back at him, unmoving.
"It's a slide! Slide down like we did at the park!" The girl shouted to her brother with a smile convincing enough to believe. The small Gladier stood up on the branch and walked slowly along it, stopping and then looking down again at them before he finally sat down and slid right down the branch and off, landing right on top of his sister who could do nothing but let out a short gasp. There was a chuckle from Tim as the two separated themselves from one another, but it didn't last long because the day was just about over. He knew they could appear any moment and so slowly stood up after pulling his crutch from the ground.
"Thanks a lot for helping me and my brother today. I don't believe I got your name?" the female then formally said, her brother next to her.
Timmy smiled. My family calls me Tiny Tim, but you can just call me Tim if you want. And it was no problem at all. No one should ever be separated from their family. Precious time with family cannot be replaced after all. Same goes for me. I have to get back to mine now so mother doesn't worry too much." he said with a smile.
"Okay. Timmy it is. Til we meet again." she said with a smile.
"Til we meet a-
"There you are Timmy!" cried a voice, cutting Tiny Tim off as two older Gladier's ran up the hill with two smaller ones tailing them.
"Mother? Father too?! I'm sorry I didn't make it home on time for dinner! I hope I didn't worry you too much!" Timmy said as he slowly limped over towards them, an unsure look on his face that slowly turned to confusion as his mother smiled.
"Come on, let's go home" his father said with a smile as well, helping him up onto his back. "I'm sure you've had a long adventurous day. Mr. Scourge gave us a turkey and all sorts of warm foods today that he volunteered to watch over while we went to look for you. We're a family after all" his father finally said as he turned to start walking on the way home. Timmy smiled and turned towards the female Spica who sat next to her little brother near the apple tree.
"Til we meet again" Timmy said smiling.
"Til we meet again" The girl said smiling as she stood up and nudged her brother to stand as well. "Oh and Timmy?" she said halfway turned towards the direction she was to leave in.
What is it?" Timmy asked, his father having stopped so that he could say goodbye, a curious look on his face that became one of uncertainty as a smirk spread across her features. "Don't be pressing that nose of yours with anyone else's." she said before she turned and made a mad dash in the direction he figured her home was at, along with her baby brother tailing behind her. Tim blinked but then smiled as a chuckle escaped him. "Its funny. Not only did she make the first move...but I...never quite caught her name" he said as his father let out a chuckle before walking down the hill with his small son towards home.
"Every morning,
I opened my eyes to this world,
I considered a blessing many times over.
A granted wish of life,
To be treasured and cherished,
As we make new memories every waking moment.
But now,
I've discovered somebody waiting for me.
A future of memories with someone else.
My waking no longer became a blessing for those around me,
But for that special someone waiting for me on the other side of time."
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Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2010 8:22 pm
Put, clack, put, put, clack, put, put, clack, put
... ... ... ...
Put, clack, put, put, clack, put, put, clack, put
The holidays are over and all the snow had melted. Brittle grass, leaves and the remains of larger snow clumps was all that was left on the ground. Most of the ground was frozen, solid, and some parts hollow. The sound of paws beating and the sound of a crutch tapping the ground echoed along the quiet path that wasn’t heavily traveled; but nonetheless was the path he always chose. Not having much of a choice due to his condition preventing him the use of high traffic areas. No matter. He didn’t mind the solitude as much as he did before.
Put, clack, put, clack, put, clac- whooooooosh ... ... !!!
A strong, bitter gust blew Tiny Tim over without a struggle. Falling to the side he made sure to grab his hat as he covered his face from the bitter wind until the gust ended. His eyes were forced closed as he started to shiver. The stars at the tips of his ears flopped down in front of him, prompting him that the gust has ended. Sitting himself back up he reached to his side for his crutch that dropped there... but it was gone. “Oh nooo!!” His eyes widened as he frantically looked around for it as he started to panic. He needed the crutch to get around, he had it hard enough with the crutch that without it will only be even harder; and slower. The thought that he’d be stuck in this bitter cold made him also want to cry, but he didn’t. Standing up on his three legs he decided, with or without a crutch, he will move forward and get home.
Put, put, put ... ... ... put, put, put ... ... ...
Put, put, put ... ... ... put, put, put ... ... ...
“Mmf!! mmmmmf!! MMMMMFF!!” was heard on the trail of the ending gust. It echoed throughout the hollow trees but it was easy to tell it was in the distance, off the path that he was traveling. The path itself was smooth so it wasn’t that bad for his feet and leg to walk on but off the beaten path in the woods was a different story. It was hilly and very uneven and rough.
Tiny Tim thought he heard a sound and turned to look for what it could have been. He eventually found it. To his right, a good number of trees in from the path he was on, was a particularly large tree. The ones that are big enough and tend to have squirrel holes in them. Tiny Tim wouldn’t know the type of tree to tell you what it was, other then ‘squirrel tree,’ or something similar. There seemed to be something stuck in the tree’s side. It looked soft to poke and was brown in color. At first he thought the squirrels were trying to bring a teddy bear into their house to cuddle with to keep warm, but then it moved. It didn’t just move but thrashed about. Was it... stuck? In the least, Tiny Tim thought it didn’t look like it was having fun. He opened his mouth as if to say or shout something but closed it again and remained quiet. The thrashing object shouted “Mmmmf!! MMMMMF!!!!!” Obviously after looking now you can tell the thing was stuck.
The wind picked up again and everything blew. Tiny Tim, again, forced closed his eyes and grabbed ahold of his hat. Tiny Tim couldn’t let this other thing freeze like he currently was. With his hind leg raised as best as he could, he took off his scarf and tied his leg up against him, to prevent it from being cold or hitting anything, and he slowly made his way across the bumpy path he set for himself. He reached the tree after some time and saw that it was a Spica that was stuck. The Spica heard the sound of the grass and leaves snapping as something crushed them and called out “Hello?! Is someone there?!” Tiny Tim nodded, not like the Spica could see the nod to begin with. The Spica called out again. “Well.. if someone is there can you be so kind as to pull me out? The wind got me stuck in here.” It was hard enough to hear the Spica, it’s voice was severely muffed by the tree but it was loud enough that Tiny Tim could hear. The tree was tall and the hole that the Spica was stuck in wasn’t exactly that close to the ground. Tiny Tim stood up against the tree and patted it. The Spica heard the pats echo and rejoiced. “Oh! Someone IS there! Thank god. Hurry up and pull me out! It’s freezing and being stuck here is starting to hurt!”
There was no other way of getting the Spica out without pulling him out. Tiny Tim was in no condition to climb a tree, nor that he could even try if he wanted to with his hind leg being as it is. He had to think of a different way. He found himself some vines not far off and got an idea. He patted the tree to let the Spica know he would be right back and limped over to the vines. He grabbed a bunch and pulled them back. He made a lasso with them and intended to loop it around the Spica and pull it out. The problem now was how is he going to get it up to the Spica? He can’t climb up there to loop him with it. The stars that dangle from his ears started to blow around again and it gave him another idea.
The gust picked up once more, but this time Tiny Tim wasn’t going to duck and cover. Oh no. He had a plan and needed to be alert for this gust. He timed things just right and when the wind came in and swooped everything up he tossed the lasso. The gust of wind picked it up and tossed it towards the Spica in the tree. Tiny Tim stood there and hoped that his plan worked. The loops wrapped itself right around the Spica and Tiny Tim rejoiced. “It worked!” With that he tightened it and started to tug, until the Spica popped out.
Flopping to the ground the Spica shook off and turned towards Tiny Tim. “Thank you every so mu- Oh! It’s you!” With a confused look on his face and a head tilt Tiny Tim stood still and thought, It’s... me? The Spica shook off again and grabbed something that was behind it’s back. “For you. I saw the wind carry it off and ran after it. It flew into the tree and I went to take it out. When I grabbed it the wind blew again shoving me deeper inside. That’s how I got stuck.” The Spica handed Tiny Tim a brown object. It was his crutch! The crutch that he lost due to the wind. Tiny Tim blushed and took it back. “Thank you.” He nodded then rose his head with a smile. “I appreciate what you went through to get it.” The Spica replied, “Don’t worry about it. You freed me from the tree after all.” Now that Tiny Tim got his mobility back he could head some. He turned towards the Spica and asked, “Would you like to join me for dinner? I’m going to be making chicken noodle soup.” The Spica nodded and accepted. “I’d be honored! Chicken noodle soup sounds really good right about now.“ He shivered before continuing. “Will you be butting cheese in it?” “Cheese...? In Chicken noodle soup?” Tiny Tim question. “Is that really so odd? I guess I’m the only one who likes it.” The Spica dully spoke. “I can add cheese if you’d like. It’s worth trying at least once right?” Tiny Tim reassured, hoping to raise the spirits of his new friend. “Haha only if you’re sure.” The Spica replied as they both started to walk home.
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Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2010 9:58 pm
/Ashi saved this to a Word document lulz. 8D
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Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2010 10:32 pm
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