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The chicken marsala was delicious and the kiwi berry shave was delicious. It was common to be pleased by dinner in the Peabody penthouse. Sherman was stuffed from the delicacy of the chicken and the cheese. He was more than willing to help Mr. Peabody wash the dishes and pan.
Sherman had a great day at school and Peabody finished all that was needed. The quiet Friday night was theirs to enjoy. When it came to the question of what they wanted to do after dinner, Sherman just suggested that they relaxed in the comfort of the penthouse.
Peabody complied and walked with his son toward Sherman's room. He carried with him a simple book. It was a book on the philosophy of man and was rare to have found a known copy of it, since it was published long before the two were born. Peabody would say that it was one of his prized book, and Sherman would say it was Peabody's prized book. The book was clean without a spot of dust on it, since the beagle did not want it any other way than when he got it.
They entered the room and made way to Sherman's bed. Sherman ran toward his and jumped on it, landing with a soft thump. Peabody smiled at the energetic boy who laid on the bed and stretching then relaxing on the mattress. He walked over and hopped on to the foot of the bed and calmly opened his philosophy book.
Mr. Peabody and Sherman sat in Sherman's room. Nothing special, just father and son having a relaxing night to themselves in the comfort of a seven year old's room. Peace and quiet for the two to just read or do anything they desired.
They settled down and got comfortable in the few minutes since they arrived. Peabody went through to find his pages. Sherman grabbed a notepad from his bedside counter and was writing something down. Probably just some thoughts Peabody thought to himself. He resumed his reading on the how the smell of flowers could make people become subtle.
It wasn't moments until Sherman put down his pencil and sat up. This was enough to make Peabody, look at the boy in surprise since they were perfectly still for a while. Sherman then turned to Mr. Peabody.
"Mr. Peabody, I have an assignment that has to do with you. Is it okay if I asked you some questions?" Sherman asked as he held up his notepad.
"Ask me anything you need. Just let me try to remember what page I'm on and where I'm at." Peabody complied. He then started to take a glance at his book and find where he had left off at. "You can ask me it now."
"Mr. Peabody, what was your puppyhood like? It's for my report about the person you most admire." Sherman began knowing that Peabody knew that Sherman have always thought that Mr. Peabody was the greatest.
With a shock of surprise, Peabody almost couldn't even remember that he was holding a book. His puppyhood? Why did it have to be that? These were things that he would like to keep as memory.
Peabody looked at Sherman, then told himself… It is only for his assignment. He's just doing it, for school. You have to do this for Sherman. Just try to remember everything that happened at the center.
This would prove to be one of the things that could only be measured with depths, as he descended into memories of his past. Memories of times when he was not looked upon as a spectacle to the world he knew of now…
A/N: Boy, I have never been this creative at home. Hope you guys enjoyed it. I sure did.