Hundred Word Challenge: #9 Present

I wanted to kick myself. Seriously, it was just my birthday. Why was I so giddy?

I walked down the stairs, keeping my straight face as I saw each of the Grimm children: Sabrina, Daphne, Puck, Red, and…wait, where was Basil? I was sorta supposed to keep an eye on them, even though it was my birthday.

I put my hand on Sabrina's shoulder, causing her to look up. She smiled when she saw it was me. "Hi, Clay. How are you this morning?"

I mentally sighed. Why did, every time I came up to one those children, they ask so many questions?

"Quite well. Where is the smallest child?" I couldn't be to specific. I mean, that would sound a little odd.

Sabrina glanced around the room. She frowned, "Daphne, Puck…Red, where's Basil?"

Red poked her head up from behind the couch that she had been sitting on. "He's in his room, I think. He was coloring when I went to check on him."

I gave a brief nod before heading up stairs again to check on him. I walked to where The First had been residing, which was now Veronica, Henry, and Basil's room.

I knocked on the door- not that it would matter- and walked in. My eyes fell to the middle of the floor and saw a red headed boy with crayons and paper strewed about him. Most of them had a single colored scribble on them. But the one he was working on now said some words on it. I tried to read it upside down, though I couldn't see it very well.

Basil looked up and grinned his toothy grin. "Happy Birthday Mr. Clay!" he cheered. Then looking down at his drawing he picked it up and pressed it against his chest. "You can't see this. Go away…please."

I raised an eyebrow but left. I hobbled down the stairs once again and sat at the kitchen table. Geez, all that stair walking was getting to me. Was I really that old?

Hearing a pounding on the stairs, I saw Basil jumping down each step. When he came to the bottom he looked around until his gaze landed on me. He trotted over to me, and handed me a piece of paper folded messily in half.

My eyes finally recognized, well sort of, what the writing said.

Hapy 300th Cly!

Do not wory. Yu only loke 95.

I figured that it was supposed to say "Happy 300th Clay! Do not worry. You only look 95"

I looked up and a smile tugged at the side of my mouth. It felt a little odd to smile.

"I had to ask Daphne how to spell some of the words…" the five year old boy said," but some of them I got all by myself!"

"I can see that, child." I glanced around the room," Thank you."

Basil's face lit up like a Christmas tree at that moment. That was probably the best present I would ever get.

A.N.:

Well, I just love it when Mr. Canis is nice. Don't you? Mr. Canis (aka Clay) was turning 76. I didn't know where to put that though in the story. I smiled when I wrote "You only look 95." And who doesn't love Basil? He's just to cute.

~Red