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Saturday
Still wearing my pajamas, I wondered down the stairs and then outside. Jon was eating breakfast by himself. He stabbed a piece of sausage with one of his claw and ate it.
Jon's table manners leave much to be desired.
"Hi, Ti." He looked me up and down. "Nice pajamas."
"Thanks. Don't insult the frogs." Not my best comeback, but it was way too early for bantering. I plopped down on the picnic bench. Coincidently, the same bench where Sammy and Vanessa had bribed him into coming with me.
Brownies. I flicked my tail irritably at the thought and I still had to make brownies. Two batches of brownies.
Jon was watching my tail with interest.
Storm says when we were little he'd pull my tail and then I'd bite him. It was a game we still played. He's try to make a grab for my tail and I'd try to keep him from touching it.
"Don't," I warned, gently slapping his hand with my tail.
He rubbed his hand. "All right, all right. Boy, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed."
"Brownies," I muttered.
He gave a slight laugh and returned to eating his breakfast.
After a grueling hour of cooking, I went up to Jon's room and knocked on the door. He opened it. "Yeah?"
"It's time, and here's your brownies." I gave him a plastic container with the brownies.
"Hold on," he grabbed his coat and then emptied a couple of brownies into a bag. Then he went to his father's room and knocked on the door. "Hey, Dad, I'm going to the park. Just so you know, if I disappear."
"That's nice, Jon. Have fun."
I frowned, "Dis he even hear you?"
"Yeah," Jon nodded, and bit off a piece of brownie. "That was his 'caring' mode."
It never ceases to amaze me that Jon can talk with food in his mouth just as well as he can with it being empty. "You know, Ti, these are really, really good. You should do this more often."
"No thanks."
Vanessa and Sammy were outside. "We decided we just had to meet your S.A.!" Sammy told us brightly.
"You're way too perky," Jon grumbled. He slammed his door. "Buckle up. I will not be held responsible for any injuries."
Vanessa looked a little freaked out. "What?"
"Sweet!"
About ten minutes later, the four of us piled out of the car. "Okay," Vanessa swallowed. "How did you ever get your driver's license?"
Jon grinned, "I drove slow."
"Now, why didn't I think of that?"
It was about five minutes until six. We stood by the oak tree that was by the pond. I sat cross legged with my back to the tree. Jon studied his claws, bored.
Six o'clock came and went and no one appeared.
Jon glanced at his watch. "If he doesn't show up soon, we're leaving."
"Yay!" I whispered happily, making sure Sammy and Vanessa couldn't hear me.
Jon chuckled to himself, quietly enough that Vanessa and Sammy couldn't hear. Abruptly he stopped and sniffed the air.
"Let's get out of here."
Vanessa frowned, "Why?" She glanced down at the ground. Here and there were random patches of dying plants. "Okay, let's."
I got to my feet and began backing away slowly. There was a blinding electrical blue flash of light and then nothing.
Zero: Nice name. Glad you like it.
Saturday
Still wearing my pajamas, I wondered down the stairs and then outside. Jon was eating breakfast by himself. He stabbed a piece of sausage with one of his claw and ate it.
Jon's table manners leave much to be desired.
"Hi, Ti." He looked me up and down. "Nice pajamas."
"Thanks. Don't insult the frogs." Not my best comeback, but it was way too early for bantering. I plopped down on the picnic bench. Coincidently, the same bench where Sammy and Vanessa had bribed him into coming with me.
Brownies. I flicked my tail irritably at the thought and I still had to make brownies. Two batches of brownies.
Jon was watching my tail with interest.
Storm says when we were little he'd pull my tail and then I'd bite him. It was a game we still played. He's try to make a grab for my tail and I'd try to keep him from touching it.
"Don't," I warned, gently slapping his hand with my tail.
He rubbed his hand. "All right, all right. Boy, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed."
"Brownies," I muttered.
He gave a slight laugh and returned to eating his breakfast.
After a grueling hour of cooking, I went up to Jon's room and knocked on the door. He opened it. "Yeah?"
"It's time, and here's your brownies." I gave him a plastic container with the brownies.
"Hold on," he grabbed his coat and then emptied a couple of brownies into a bag. Then he went to his father's room and knocked on the door. "Hey, Dad, I'm going to the park. Just so you know, if I disappear."
"That's nice, Jon. Have fun."
I frowned, "Dis he even hear you?"
"Yeah," Jon nodded, and bit off a piece of brownie. "That was his 'caring' mode."
It never ceases to amaze me that Jon can talk with food in his mouth just as well as he can with it being empty. "You know, Ti, these are really, really good. You should do this more often."
"No thanks."
Vanessa and Sammy were outside. "We decided we just had to meet your S.A.!" Sammy told us brightly.
"You're way too perky," Jon grumbled. He slammed his door. "Buckle up. I will not be held responsible for any injuries."
Vanessa looked a little freaked out. "What?"
"Sweet!"
About ten minutes later, the four of us piled out of the car. "Okay," Vanessa swallowed. "How did you ever get your driver's license?"
Jon grinned, "I drove slow."
"Now, why didn't I think of that?"
It was about five minutes until six. We stood by the oak tree that was by the pond. I sat cross legged with my back to the tree. Jon studied his claws, bored.
Six o'clock came and went and no one appeared.
Jon glanced at his watch. "If he doesn't show up soon, we're leaving."
"Yay!" I whispered happily, making sure Sammy and Vanessa couldn't hear me.
Jon chuckled to himself, quietly enough that Vanessa and Sammy couldn't hear. Abruptly he stopped and sniffed the air.
"Let's get out of here."
Vanessa frowned, "Why?" She glanced down at the ground. Here and there were random patches of dying plants. "Okay, let's."
I got to my feet and began backing away slowly. There was a blinding electrical blue flash of light and then nothing.