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 Posted: Tue Sep 26, 2006 10:08 pm
What a Strange Creature...
The swirl of blue energy rested near the window sill, gazing through it into the outside world. Anticipating...
The little blue puff that is Albert have been rather timid since his move from his old caretaker, Torpid Panda, but that is to be expected of anyone who had been thrown into a strange world so suddenly. Though don't mistake his shyness for unintelligence, for inside Albert there is a mind that is working like a well oiled machine. All this time since he had moved in with this peculiar Alphonse Jr., he had been watching. Observing everything around him and taking it in like a sponge. Observing his surroundings, the daily orderly events like the mailman's coming, but more importantly, Alphonse's strange behavior. He was determined to make sense of the world around him.
And Alphose was a strange creature indeed, or so thought Albert. He was nice enough, yes, and gave Albert everything he could possibly need or want, and he kept good company. Albert thought he was quite a mannerly young man. Though that was not what was peculiar about Alphonse. More peculiar than anything was his habits. Each day, the young man was sure to stand in front of the mirror, scrutinizing his newly grown moustache. Too thin and weedy from what Albert has observed from other people and the T.V. (something the Wethkin puff enjoyed greatly). But to Alphonse this sprouting moustache was his pride and joy. And he showed it off, frequently fingering it with a glint of merriment in his eyes.
Then there was the afternoon ritual, in ritual in which Alphonse took to the streets with a loose t-shirt and pants and two hours later came back to the house huffing and puffing, and drenched with sweat. Where was he going, Albert wondered often. And why was he so happy to be tired and sweaty? Such was beyond the understanding of the Wethkin puff. Why to the gym of course, but Albert didn't know that.
"A Ha!" A cry came from the study. Albert floated there quietly, and peaking through the crack of the door, had just enough space to see Alphonse posing in front of the portrait mirror, admiring himself (and his newly gained muscles) in quite an odd position. "I'll become more handsome yet..." Alphonse muttered.
Albert took all this and more in with puzzlement and wonder. It sure was a strange environment that he had been thrown into. He though of his old caretaker often in these days. Certainly he had never displayed this kind of peculiar behavior. But ah, what is done cannot be undone. And the little blue puff was indeed slowly assimulating into the household of Alphose Jr.
Albert wandered down the hall toward the window sill where he had been waiting, expectant. Yes, just a few more minutes. Just a few more minutes, and the mail man would be arriving...
[To be Continued...]
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Posted: Thu Sep 28, 2006 9:28 pm
The Human Female Subject...
Hmmm.... Albert thought as he eyed the mail man with mild interest. There was more going on inside the Wethkin's head at the time, of course. Actually, at any given moment, Albert's mind seemed to be filled with a million and one unrelated thoughts flying through his head.
That plant out there looks like it could use some water... I wonder when Alphose will finally get around to watering it...
There's that cute little girl from the neighbor's house again, playing with her kitten...
Is that a piece of gum stuck on the underside of the mail box...?
There were more, but it shall have to go unlisted. The mail man was late by one minute today, as Albert had quietly noted in his head. 12:15 marked his usual arrival, and turning ever so slightly toward the antique grandfather clock that occupied the space at the end of the hall, the little puff of breeze would see that it was 12:16 today when the mail man had finally slid out of his white, cubical van and unto the street.
Albert watched as the rather portly, middle-aged federal office employee made his way slowly to their mail box, and with a slight tip of the hand, deposited what looked to be two letters and a rolled up magazine within the little black box.
The appearance of the mail man every single day had long since ceased to be a surprise to Albert. It was now just a part of his daily routine. Routine was good, Albert liked routines, when everything was nice and predictable.
A half a minute later, Albert had slid quietly out the window (He really didn't see the need for doors, what were they good for anyways? He liked the windows just fine...), on his way to get the first glance at today's mail. The mail rarely interested Albert. They were mainly bills and advertisement, and such was just as soon tossed into the trash bin as Alphose brought them in everyday in the mid-afternoon.
Though today there was something of interest in the mail. Remember that rolled magazine that we saw going into the mailbox? Well, that was the newest issue of the Covergirl magazine that Alphonse had surruptitiously ordered off of a catalogue. Oh no, Alphonse most definitely did not want anyone to discover that he had been glancing through that kind of magazine. Of course not, that would totally undermine his masculine identity, the one he had taken so much care in maintaining.
But for the moment, his precious cargo was being enjoyed by someone else, and that was Albert. The little Wethkin had by now managed, somehow, to extract the magazine from its little cubby hole. It now lay spilled open on the turmac, and 6 inches above it, hovered a blue-green puff of energy, peering intently into the eyes of a full size picture of a model that had been featured on page 4 of the magazine.
The little Wethkin cocked his head to one side, and blew gently across the page as it flutted to one side, unveiling another photo of a heavily make-uped female human. It puzzled Albert so. And in the normally busy mind of Albert, there now ran only one thought...
how strange she looks...
[To be Continued...]
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