Chapter 7

Uncle Daring

Rae's POV(I think she's about 9)

A few days later

"Uncle Daring?" I asked. He was still in bed. It was 2:00.

"Go away, Rae. I don't want to have a tea party." He hid under his pillows.

"But you gotta get outside." I tugged at his blanket.

"No." He pulled it back.

"Allie would want you outside." I told him. She would.

"Give me a minute. Unless you want me to go in my underwear." He sat up.

"Noo." I giggled. He ruffled my hair, smiling a little. I waited for him outside. He dressed slowly and it took forever. He finally came out and we went out to the garden. P-Hawk, his peacock, followed us. He wasn't cuddly like Gala, Auntie Apple's fox, or fun to chase like Mr. Cottonhorn, Daddy's pet bunny with horns.

We went to the pond and tossed rocks into it. It was fun. Then we ran around for a bit. I think P-Hawk wanted to join us, but he was too lazy. Aunt Apple made us come inside for a snack. It was apples. They were always apples here.

"There you are, Rae. Where were you?" Daddy asked.

"We went to the pond and threw rocks in it. Uncle Daring came with me." I hugged him.

"That's good. He's been asleep all day." Daddy joked.

"Hey, Daring. You're up late." Mommy told him.

"I know. People keep telling me." Uncle Daring bit his apple.

"Yip." Gala curled up next to me. I petted her with my free hand.

"How long are you staying?" Aunt Apple asked.

"We can stay for the week. I don't want to leave you guys all alone." Daddy said.

"Alright, but we'll be fine." She got stared at by everyone.

"Grr." Gala bonked a ball on my leg. I took it out of her mouth and threw it. She ran straight for it. We played fetch while the grown ups talked.

Then Daddy made me take a bath. I wasn't dirty. I didn't have dirt on me. We watched TV before dinner. Aunt Apple likes to have at 6 every night or she gets mad. Gala likes to hide under the table and nuzzle people's legs. She's weird, but she's nice. Like Aunt Apple. I had to go to bed at 8. Daddy said it was good for me. I miss Allie. She used to sing to me when we spent the night here. I didn't like that she couldn't anymore. My music box that she gave me is at home. I'll have go to sleep without our lullaby again.

Rae's POV End