Oh, just a short notice, if I ever get the chapter numbers mixed up (like it's supposed to be chapter seven but I put six or something like that) please tell me, okay? Thanks.
7: The Lesson
Noun: An amount of teaching given at one time; a period of learning.
Verb: Instruct or teach.
"Nooo! I don't wanna! It's scary down there!"
"Sure it is! But how are we going to do it if we don't try?"
"But what happens if we can't? This sounds too hard. Gather up energy in your feet and jump! It's that easy. Ohh no, doesn't sound so easy to me, it doesn't!"
"Come on, Waddle Doo, don't be a chicken. This is called jump-float, right? There's a trampoline down there, if it helps you."
Bandana Dee's soothing words did nothing to help Waddle Doo. "Do you know how hard that trampoline is? Sometimes, I just wish I was a useless birdon that has wings and can already fly."
The waddle dee snorted. "Well, apparently, you're not, so just suck it up, and jump-float! It's easy. Or sounds easy."
They were in a tower where the minions were trying to learn the jump-float (like how Bandana Dee jumps in Kirby's Return to Dream Land or how helpers jump in Kirby Super Star/Ultra). Waddle Doo was utterly terrified. This was understandable for a person who didn't know what to do, no safety ropes, and was going to jump down from the thirteenth story.
Bandana Dee also did not know what to do; but he wasn't as afraid as Waddle Doo.
"Then you go first!" Waddle Doo said stubbornly.
"Fine! I will!"
Bandana Dee walked over to the edge. He gulped at the height—No! He had to be strong. He had to...
Waddle Doo narrowed his eye suspiciously when Bandana Dee made no movement. "So you really are just a dog who can only bark."
That was the trigger.
Bandana Dee hated being taunted. When he was, he took up the challenge, no matter how dare-devil the action seemed. Bracing himself for possible impact (or possible success), the waddle dee jumped.
Down, down, down he went. Past the thirteenth, twelfth, eleventh floors... By the tenth, he remembered what he was supposed to do. By the ninth, he worked out how he could possibly do it. By the eighth, he was gathering up energy—and the energy to scream if needed—and by the seventh, he was practically flying.
Whenever Bandana Dee fell just a bit, he would bound up again. This was an instinctive action—since, of course, he was so high—and it didn't require much energy. He laughed in glee—and started to fall. Down to the sixth story. He jumped again, feet feeling as if it had collided with real solid floors, but it hadn't. It had jumped on air. And that seemed fun for him.
He kept bouncing around the tower—it didn't require much energy, just the tiniest—and he could probably go on for years jumping, seeing as how much energy it took. But since he was sort of new, he figured he should go back up to the thirteenth story to tell Waddle Doo about his success.
No need for that, apparently.
Waddle Doo was jumping right behind, even if he was stumbling slightly. The look on his face was pure delight.
"See?" Bandana Dee yelled, adjusting his bandana as he landed back on the tower, feet touching the solid marble floor once again. "Was it scary?"
Waddle Doo didn't reply, but Bandana Dee already knew the answer.
