R4994W: Hey this is a cool story and I hope you-
Tiger: Don't listen to her. This story sucks.
R4994W: How dare you insult my story! (blows in tigers ears) How would you know? You're just a fat, old cat.
Tiger: (rudely gets up and walks off)
Disclaimer: I wish I owned Ed, Al, and Roy, but sadly I don't.
Nature Alchemist
Introduction
"You sun of a bh!
"What did I do? AHH! NO! I give sis. I give!"
Oh, sorry. My name is Rose Magonin. I have a jerk twin brother named Mike. We're about seventeen years old and have no parents.
We, well, live alone in a house with no electricity and little running water. We used to go to school but can't afford it now. We both have jobs (I'm the pet groomer, walker, and sitter, while Mike is the farmer) and barley make a living. It's all good. We also live with two dogs, a male Huskie shepherd mix and a female Newfoundland. The mix is mine and the Newfoundland is Mike's. Mike's dog is huge and black all over and her name is Midnight. My mix looks like a black and white Huskie, except shaggier and has a little bit of tan highlights on his back. His name is Shadow. That's pretty much our lives. OH! I can't believe I forgot! Mike and I have, well, two special "gifts". I… I can control… I can control animals. You heard me. I can control animals and Mike can control plants. That's why we have the jobs we have. We're also alchemists. Or at least we haven't found that out yet.
Chapter 1 The Note
"Mike you bumbling asshole!" I yelled as I ran out of the shower, soaking wet in a towel. When I was screaming both of our dogs was howling. "You used up all the hot water and filthed up shower with all that dirt you carry in from the fields!"
"Wow, why don't you lecture me "Mom"? Remember, you're the same age as me, seventeen. You shouldn't be so bossy and you shouldn't gripe so much. You make the dogs howl. I thought your power was, I don't know, to control animals." Mike smiled smugly. He walked out of the house and I heard him start the only truck we had.
Oh, did I forget to tell you we raised one milk cow named Bessie, two horses named Silver and Gold, and one big, fat barn cat named Fluff. Anyway, I got dressed and headed out to our barn.
"Fluff. Come here you old fat girl. Ki, ki, kitty. Where are you? I have a little treat for you. Your favorite, chicken." At the magic word "chicken" Fluff came running full speed at me. She slowed to a stop, looked up at me with her big hazel, pleading eyes, and sat her blob of a butt down. I tossed the chicken in front of her. She began to chow down. "I knew you liked that. It's a miracle you haven't exploded. I bet after you have kittens you will still be as big."
Fluff stood up, walked over to me, and started to rub up against me leg. "You goof. Come on stop it. You're getting me all hairy." I looked down and the bottom of my black pant leg was covered on gray and white cat hair. "No! You goof." I bent down and brushed all the cat hair off.
I walked over to the stalls and gave Gold, or as I like to call her Goldie, an apple. I went to the next stall and gave Silver one too. "Yeah Goldie. It's time for me to groom you. Oh looks like Mike hasn't been taking care of his horse. Poor Silver. You look horrible. I'll have to groom both of you." The horses whinnied and tossed their heads in excitement.
I lead Silver out of his stall first since he was the dirtiest. His fur was covered in dust and his mane was really matted. I went to the well and pumped ice-cold water. I carried it back to the barn and began to wash Silver. When I poured the cold water on him, he sort of bucked but stopped. I carefully washed all of Silver's magnificent, muscular body. After that, I clipped his hooves while his coat dried. The last thing to do was to brush him.
For some odd reason Silver hated to be brushed. He would always play keep away by kicking the brush around. This time I made sure I had the brush. Silver was disappointed to have seen the brush in my hands. He trotted around in circles trying to escape the horrid brush. Suddenly a slither of light peeped into the barn. The wind must have blown the door open. Silver darted over to the door and busted out.
"Silver! NO! You silly boy. You better not get dirty."
He looked so elegant running over the sun lit meadows that made up our yard, the wind blowing his silken hair. Every strand of his hair shined like the silver and gold locket my mother gave me. At the same time our father gave Mike and me Silver and Goldie.
Suddenly a fly buzzed by my head. I clapped my hands together trying to kill it, but a gust of wind blew me backwards. I twisted so that I caught myself face down with my hands. A huge flash of light came from behind me and I felt a little tremor. Thinking an earthquake was coming, I ran over to Goldie, let her out, and ran outside. All was calm now.
"What the hell was that?" I asked myself.
I whistled to call Silver and Gold and they came back, trotting side by side. I led them into the barn. Silver was now tied up and Goldie was in her stall. I brushed Silver and started to groom Goldie. Once I was done I saddled up Goldie. I made sure I put the carrying bag on her back.
"Come on Goldie. We have to go to Mrs. Arlen's house to get some eggs."
Mrs. Arlen was our mother's best friend. She lives about a mile away. Every week I would ride on Goldie down to Mrs. Arlen's house to get fresh eggs. She would never let me pay for the eggs. Instead, Mike gave her a dozen apples for a dozen eggs.
Today when I rode up I noticed something. There were no eggs on the front porch. Usually she left them on the first step. There was nothing except an old dead leaf. But there was a note on the door. It read:
Dear Rose,
I'm sorry I didn't have time to get your eggs. I had to do some "alchemist" business. Don't ask Mr. Arlen because he doesn't know where I am either.
Sincerely,
Mrs. Arlen
R4994W: Anyone know what Mrs. Arlen was doing?
Tiger: I do. She was- (gets cut off by me blowing in his ear again) Meeeeooooooww! Stop that!
R4994W: You can't tell me what to do. You're my kitty. (picks Tiger up and cuddles him, which he hates.) Please R'nR!