The First Anecdote: Born Nameless
On a dreary winter evening, a baby was born into the world. Even with the joy of a baby son, all that the mother could manage to do was mourn over the loss of her husband.
"Miss, what would you like to name this baby?" A lady in a dull white robe asked the despaired mother. The mother wailed while a nurse cradled the baby in a different part of the room.
"Miss, please! He must have a name! If you don't give us a name, he'll be registered as nameless!" The lady in the white robe insisted. She was ready to accept the first few words the woman spoke as the baby's name. With her pen in hand and paper infront of her, she posed to write down the name of the baby boy.
More cries escaped from the mother, and she then sobbed, "Oh, Beetle, Beetle!" The lady in white scribbled this down on the birth certificate, and it was thanks to that desperate moan that O. Beetle Beetle was not born nameless.
The First Anecdote: Why Marcia Does Not Like To Be Reminded of Her Brothers
"Ow, get off of me, Fernald!" The young Marcia yelled at her brother.
"Hehe, can't make me, Marshy-Kitty!" Fernald taunted her.
"I don't like kitties!" Marcia whined as she struggled to wrestle with Fernald.
"Dog pile!" Her brother Earnest shouted out. The rest of her brothers, except Seiko, piled onto Fernald and Marcia.
"Gerrof of me!" Marcia tried to shout over the laughing hub bub of her brothers.
"Fernald! Ferdinand! Earnest and Maxwell! Get off of your sister!" Odale Overstrand called out from the kitchen.
"See you later, Marshy!" Fernald smirked.
"My name is Marcia!" Four year old Marcia insisted. She sighed. It was no use. She waddled over to her mother, who was sautéing chicken over a fire.
"It's almost your birthday, Marcia! Are you looking forward to it?" Her mother asked.
"Yes, if it means I can stay away from my brothers for a day," Marcia told her mother. Her mother just grunted.
"Maybe I'll buy you some new shoes," Odale said.
"That would be great, I hate these stupid galoshes. They squeak when I walk and are the most putrid shade of brown I could ever imagine. We're so rich, Mom! Why can't we buy better shoes all of the time?"
The door opened and a few flakes of snow blew into the house. Marcia's dad came in and began to unwind his scarf. "Good news, honey," Perry Overstrand said.
"What is it?"
"The Princess asked me what she should wear, and I told her the white gown. Well, her gown got all dirty and she blames it on me. If I had told her to wear the brown gown, she said, no one would notice. Women and their clothes, it makes no sense. I told her a little dirt stain doesn't ruin the beauty and she got all fired up. So she told me not to come back again. All because of a dress, eh?" Perry told his wife.
"Oh, with the addition of the incident with the wine glass, if she saw you on the street you'd be arrested!" Odale worried.
"But I'm still a fine Wizard!" Perry Overstrand insisted. Her pointed his finger at the frying pan Mrs. Overstrand was using, and chanted:
"Fyre inside of me
Warm that object in front of me
Heat it well, Warm it well,
Cook it to an- er, crisp!"
The frying pan erupted in flames, but Ferdinand came in just in time to put the Fyre out with a Water Spell. "Dad, we told you not to cheat at cooking the food!" Perry's son told him.
"See? I'm still a fine Wizard!" Perry told his wife.
"No, you will make no money lightning chickens on fire. People can do that by themselves. We need to go somewhere else where we can have another shot at living," Odale Overstrand said.
"Ooh! Like the Castle!" Marcia piped up.
"That pathetic little fenced in suburb? I think not!" Odale Overstrand said.
"If we have to move, I want to go there!" Marcia insisted. What Marcia wants, Marcia gets.
"I think it would be a great idea! That 'pathetic little fenced in suburb' is safe and a center of Magyk. I could stand living there," Perry contradicted.
"Fine, but we're leaving tomorrow," Odale Overstrand insisted.
"But tomorrow is my birthday!" Marcia protested.
"So what? You'll be five for a year. Besides, that will be the next time until next month. Its now, or going broke or a month," Mrs. Overstrand said.
And that was that.
I hope you liked the two childhood scenes from the lives of O. Beetle Beetle and Marcia Overstrand. Those are the first portions of two new stories I am working on. I took the before story fluff and comments out so it was hooky (to catch your attention, I know, I'm so evil!) So the real thing is similar, not quite. I also may edit Marcia's a bit, maybe not. I don't know which one to work on, so that's why I put this up here! This is like a preview/ which-one-would-you-prefer thingy. If you want to review it, please say which one was your favorite or if you hated them both. You can also PM me.
Thank you to those of you who respond! I will soon update one or both of these anecdotes and try to get back to those of you who would wish to continue to read it! Thanks!