#78 - Owl Post (Author's Choice)greenthumbchickJuly 8 2010, 05:29:55 UTC
(This is not-exactly-canon, but was fun to write!)
"Yes, Spike. We love it. It is a perfect little house." "NO you can't. We like our privacy, thank you!" "NOW you suddenly don't want to see the house? That's nothing like what you just said two seconds ago.." "You couldn't just come over anyway. It's hard to find, that's why!" "Yes, Spike, that's exactly right. It is a magic house." "That is certainly not bollocks. It honestly is a magic house!" "I can't help what you believe or don't believe." "Of course we get mail! Catalogs and ..no, not those kind of catalogs.." "Owls deliver our mail. Yes, really!"
Sigh. School is Not Done Yet. How can fifteen minutes take two hours? It's almost the last day! It is Just Not Fair. Especially when there's a tree full of squirrels and bird nests right over there! Lunchtime would have been a good time to try and climb it but there was dodgeball! Going out the window would be Very Bad -- even though that branch is So Close, the window is LOCKED and this is a second-story classroom. Write one hundred words on what? By when? Tomorrow?? MORE NOT FAIR. Homework is not as much fun as climbing trees.
"Ouch. That really hurts! Why does peroxide have to sting so much just to let you know that it's working?" "That's gonna take two bandaids to cover up! She didn't have to scratch me!" "Just because I called her a frog doesn't mean I think she really is one!" "If she ran around at recess more often she might have been able to keep up with me! I wasn't going to just stand there and let her call me names too!" "I will pull her stupid braid right off, next time. Promise!" "Do all other girls fight so dirty, Mom?"
The weather in World's End is as unreal sometimes as the whole place is, but it is home. Growing up in Granite City, there was a sublime joy in lying in the grass on the front lawn, eyes closed, face tilted up to the rain. When you hear 'you should come in before you catch your death of cold' often enough, you can almost recite it; there was also a big fluffy towel and sometimes cocoa. It wasn't all bad. Years later, small things have changed: the rain falls in quick sheets instead of steady soaks. The house is yours.
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"Yes, Spike. We love it. It is a perfect little house."
"NO you can't. We like our privacy, thank you!"
"NOW you suddenly don't want to see the house? That's nothing like what you just said two seconds ago.."
"You couldn't just come over anyway. It's hard to find, that's why!"
"Yes, Spike, that's exactly right. It is a magic house."
"That is certainly not bollocks. It honestly is a magic house!"
"I can't help what you believe or don't believe."
"Of course we get mail! Catalogs and ..no, not those kind of catalogs.."
"Owls deliver our mail. Yes, really!"
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Sigh. School is Not Done Yet. How can fifteen minutes take two hours? It's almost the last day!
It is Just Not Fair. Especially when there's a tree full of squirrels and bird nests right over there!
Lunchtime would have been a good time to try and climb it but there was dodgeball!
Going out the window would be Very Bad -- even though that branch is So Close, the window is LOCKED and this is a second-story classroom.
Write one hundred words on what? By when? Tomorrow?? MORE NOT FAIR.
Homework is not as much fun as climbing trees.
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"Ouch. That really hurts! Why does peroxide have to sting so much just to let you know that it's working?"
"That's gonna take two bandaids to cover up! She didn't have to scratch me!"
"Just because I called her a frog doesn't mean I think she really is one!"
"If she ran around at recess more often she might have been able to keep up with me! I wasn't going to just stand there and let her call me names too!"
"I will pull her stupid braid right off, next time. Promise!"
"Do all other girls fight so dirty, Mom?"
Reply
The weather in World's End is as unreal sometimes as the whole place is, but it is home.
Growing up in Granite City, there was a sublime joy in lying in the grass on the front lawn, eyes closed, face tilted up to the rain.
When you hear 'you should come in before you catch your death of cold' often enough, you can almost recite it; there was also a big fluffy towel and sometimes cocoa. It wasn't all bad.
Years later, small things have changed: the rain falls in quick sheets instead of steady soaks. The house is yours.
Reply
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