Why am I writing dis? Some smartical person tell me why!
Oh right…
I rather not do mah science homework.
ENJOY MY STORY BORN FROM PROCRASTINATING.
The raven haired toddler pumped his teeny legs in order to follow that mind boggling butterfly.
"Mummy! Mummy! Watch me!" the toddler called to the young woman following him as he made a bold leap of less than two feet.
"Be careful Simon!" the woman, Francine Elliot called, her French accent detectable in her words. The toddler nodded, losing sight of the butterfly he was before chasing. He pouted, disappointed. Suddenly a rustling to his left caught his attention. Quietly, carefully, Simon tip-toed over to the movement.
A rabbit burst from the bush in front of him and Simon let out a high pitched shriek as he landed on his rump. Ms. Elliot came running as Simon burst into tears, fat globs of salty water rolling down his pudgy cheeks.
"Mon doux, what is the matter?" Francine asked, gathering the snotty and tearful boy in her arms.
"The bunny attacked me, Mummy!" Simon bawled, clutching onto his mother like a lifeline.
"Oh, mon pauvre petit, "she soothed, "Rabbits do not attack small boys like you."
"I'm not little!" Simon protested, wriggling from his mother's grasp when she tried to wipe his nose and cheeks off. Francine chuckled softly at her son's obvious adorableness.
"Ima gonna find that bunny and show 'im whose boss!" Simon announced puffing his cheeks and chest out. He stomped off after the rabbit, grabbing "sword" (a twig) on the way.
The toddler crept along the tall grass, trying to keep quiet so the enemy wouldn't hear him. The rabbit crossed his trail in front of him and Simon froze. The rabbit was carrying nuts, berries, and grass in its mouth and hopped to an old oak tree about five feet away.
Stealthily, Simon followed it and lay flat on his tummy, watching the rabbit. As the three year old watched, four heads poked out from the oak and soon four baby bunnies surrounded their mother, taking the food that she dropped in front of her.
Simon's bright blue eyes twinkled in amazement and he sprinted off to tell his own Mummy.
"Mummy, Mummy! The bunny was a momma just like you!" Simon crowed, flying into Ms. Elliot's arms.
"Oh really now, cher?" she commented, carrying her son out of the field.
"Uh-huh! And the babies were reeeaaally cute!" Simon gushed, "I wanna go see them again!"
"Tomorrow cher, it's almost dinner time and I will not allow your father to cook," Francine said.
"But I like Daddy's cooking!" Simon said, cocking his head a bit.
"Oui, but Mummy doesn't like burnt scones or some nasty stew," Francine replied.
"Oh…. Can you teach me how to cook?" Simon asked, looking up at his mother with big blue eyes and rosy cheeks.
"Oh course ange," she chuckled, kissing Simon's forehead as the two headed home.
Translations
Mon doux- my sweet one
Mon pauvre petit- my poor little one
Cher- dear
Oui- yes (duh.)
Ange- Angel
Short stories are short.
Ah well. Hope you enjoyed the Simon fluffiness!