Hello, welcome. I have a tale for you to hear; one of friendship, trust and
love, and hopefully from it you will learn that bottling up ones feelings
can cause more upset than need be.
My story begins in Chicago, in a lone garage, one sunny, and bright
morning...
The Martian sat glassy eyed watching the water pour out of the tap. Though
his attention was else where.
The day before his grey furred brother had been sorely reminded of his past
by that over-ripen, over ugly, excuse for life. Lawrence Limburger. Of
course after they'd blown up his tower Modo had let it get to him to the
point where he was holding back both anger and a tear. This had happened
several times since they had crashed on Earth to both Modo and Throttle,
though Modo being that bit more sensitive made it harder for the younger,
white furred brother, to cheer him up. He never let it get to him, joking
around, winding them up. The only care he had in the world seemed to be
where the next batch of fun was to be found.
Now these bouts of depression weren't a regular thing, they were few and
far between, and something specific had to trigger them off, except for
this one day. A day that should be seen through their eyes, as that way my
friend you may get a better feel for the story about to unfold...
Modo:
Well I thought I was down the day before, but not until I saw my furry little bro fall into a chair at the breakfast table and eat slower that snail. I mean I thought it odd that when Charlie had a go about him flooding the bathroom, he seem to be in a sort of... sleep walk. Yet I put that down to him not being awake yet, I mean he may have the energy of that bunny on the Tube but even his batteries have to run out some time. Yesterday was a stressful day for all of us. As my grey furred mama always said, "Even those that always smile have to give their facial muscles a rest now and then" . But it was at the table I noticed what he was wearing a T-shirt! It covers his so called "Muscley and manly body" and that is something he always likes to show off, as often as he can, and Mars, do I know it! Then it sunk in that he wasn't talking about himself, at all. He always talks about just himself, yet there was silence. I couldn't help but look at Throttle to see if he'd noticed it too, and, sure enough he was starring at our little buddy with a raised eyebrow. Thankfully Throttle broke the silence. "Hey Vincent. What's on your mind?" "Except for yourself of course" I added dragging him off his chair into a head lock in which I rubbed his head with my knuckles, grinning. I hoped this would bring him out of whatever it was that was bugging him. He started to struggle roughly, in the end shoving me of him ,claiming that nothing was wrong and walking off, I was left standing in a stance ready for a fight, I didn't feel like smiling anymore. Throttle raised his hand in front of me as if he'd knew that I was to go after him. "Leave him" "But Throt..." "Give him space" I knew he was right, but when your bros' like that you can help but worry, especially when that bro was Vinnie. He never acted like this, never, nothing ever got him down. I thought Maybe he was feeling under the weather, or something. Charlie was still sitting at the table, she'd been watching the whole thing and made a very good point "Maybe the ball game will make us feel better, I mean, it's a chance for Vinnie to have an adrenaline rush." She then crossed her arms. "You know how you boys get. I don't think we've finished a game yet. There's always a rough and tumble and its always down to Mr macho over there" she said with a gentle smile. That smile like mine didn't last as Throttle came in with a point that I couldn't say was good or bad "Yeah but he already got his opportunity for a rough and tumble with Modo a minute ago but just walked away." Now his face started to look concerned "I mean Vinnie never just walks away from an opportunity to win, especially in a fight. Something is definitely wrong." He was right again, I was even ready for that fight and that was out of habit, not that our little wrestling sessions were serious but still this wasn't like Vinnie at all. Like my grey furred mama always used to say "if you bottle it up it will just explode and leave a big mess to clean up." And I didn't like the look of this mess at all. Hopefully he'd let us in on it when his ready I mean were his bros and we fight our battles together right?...
Modo:
Well I thought I was down the day before, but not until I saw my furry little bro fall into a chair at the breakfast table and eat slower that snail. I mean I thought it odd that when Charlie had a go about him flooding the bathroom, he seem to be in a sort of... sleep walk. Yet I put that down to him not being awake yet, I mean he may have the energy of that bunny on the Tube but even his batteries have to run out some time. Yesterday was a stressful day for all of us. As my grey furred mama always said, "Even those that always smile have to give their facial muscles a rest now and then" . But it was at the table I noticed what he was wearing a T-shirt! It covers his so called "Muscley and manly body" and that is something he always likes to show off, as often as he can, and Mars, do I know it! Then it sunk in that he wasn't talking about himself, at all. He always talks about just himself, yet there was silence. I couldn't help but look at Throttle to see if he'd noticed it too, and, sure enough he was starring at our little buddy with a raised eyebrow. Thankfully Throttle broke the silence. "Hey Vincent. What's on your mind?" "Except for yourself of course" I added dragging him off his chair into a head lock in which I rubbed his head with my knuckles, grinning. I hoped this would bring him out of whatever it was that was bugging him. He started to struggle roughly, in the end shoving me of him ,claiming that nothing was wrong and walking off, I was left standing in a stance ready for a fight, I didn't feel like smiling anymore. Throttle raised his hand in front of me as if he'd knew that I was to go after him. "Leave him" "But Throt..." "Give him space" I knew he was right, but when your bros' like that you can help but worry, especially when that bro was Vinnie. He never acted like this, never, nothing ever got him down. I thought Maybe he was feeling under the weather, or something. Charlie was still sitting at the table, she'd been watching the whole thing and made a very good point "Maybe the ball game will make us feel better, I mean, it's a chance for Vinnie to have an adrenaline rush." She then crossed her arms. "You know how you boys get. I don't think we've finished a game yet. There's always a rough and tumble and its always down to Mr macho over there" she said with a gentle smile. That smile like mine didn't last as Throttle came in with a point that I couldn't say was good or bad "Yeah but he already got his opportunity for a rough and tumble with Modo a minute ago but just walked away." Now his face started to look concerned "I mean Vinnie never just walks away from an opportunity to win, especially in a fight. Something is definitely wrong." He was right again, I was even ready for that fight and that was out of habit, not that our little wrestling sessions were serious but still this wasn't like Vinnie at all. Like my grey furred mama always used to say "if you bottle it up it will just explode and leave a big mess to clean up." And I didn't like the look of this mess at all. Hopefully he'd let us in on it when his ready I mean were his bros and we fight our battles together right?...