Jack reached up and opened the Jacobs' kitchen cabinet. He peered into it, trying to decide what to eat. He soon chose a loaf of bread from the cabinet's bottom shelf. He undid the twisty tie and opened the plastic bag. After putting two slices of bread onto a napkin, he headed to the refrigerator to get the butter. Suddenly, he paused mid-stride, and turned to a corner cabinet that Mrs. Jacobs kept all of her baking tools in. Curiosity ran through Jack's veins.
Jack opened the cabinet, and quickly spotted David's new cookie cutter standing proudly on the top shelf. He carefully took it down, and brought it to the counter where he was working. Examining the bottom of the feet, he concluded that the indentations weren't very sharp, and figured he'd have to press down pretty hard to get a fine shape out of the bread he was about to cut.
Jack raised the cookie cutter above one of the bread slices, and brought it down with a BANG on the counter top. He smiled when he saw that the bread now had a distinct footprint-shaped cut in it. But he frowned when he saw that the right leg of the cookie cutter had a distinct lightning bolt crack in it, and was only held together by a thin bit of wood.
"Aw, crap. Davey's gonna kill me."
"Man! I can't believe you Jack!"
"Relax! It was an accident!"
"Doesn't matter if it was an accident! You should have asked me before you decided to go chopping up a slice of bread with my new Christmas present!"
"Look, I'm really sorry! I didn't know you cared about it that much."
"Well, now you do."
David stomped out of the room, newly broken figure in hand. He was furious. How could Jack be so inconsiderate? But to be honest, he was actually very surprised at himself. Even he didn't realize how much he liked the thing. All and all, it was just a flimsy piece of wood. Entertainment fit for a child, and nothing to go so ballistic over. But still, Jack should've asked.
Davey swiftly headed up the stairs and to his room. He collapsed on his bed, leaving the cookie cutter on his nightstand.
He knew he shouldn't be all that frustrated about something like this. It was nothing to be so moody about. Being dumped by your girlfriend is something to be moody about. Getting fired is something to be moody about. Losing front-row tickets to a live performance of RENT is something to be moody about. Your friend accidentally making a crack in your wooden cookie cutter is NOT something to be moody about.
David just wanted to relax now. He didn't feel like thinking about the dumb cookie cutter. But as hard as he tried to let sleep overcome him, he couldn't ignore his broken possession laying on the nightstand beside him.
No, you don't have to think about that now. Don't let him mock you. Just try to clear your mind for a quick nap.
He could feel the painted eyes of the cookie cutter keeping him awake.
"Fine! I'll fix you now God dammit!" David said as if the thing could hear him.
David carefully applied the glue to the broken point of the leg. He joined the two separated parts and held them together for about a minute. Then he set the figure down on his work table (the small desk in his room) and waited for the leg to fall apart again. He knew it would happen. He just knew it. But it didn't. The leg stayed together and David was quite happy with his handy-work.
Just for kicks, he neatly wrapped a white cloth around the newly glued point on the leg, and attached a miniature crutch underneath the right arm. He had found the crutch in one of Sarah's old dollhouses. It had been lying next to Doctor Barbie. He never really understood why she kept that thing…
By the time he was finished fixing the cookie cutter, it was 8:30 at night. David went downstairs to grab a quick snack from the kitchen, and after watching a little TV, he headed back to his room for a good night's sleep.
"What a day."
AN: Chapter 3. There it is. I was having a bit of a writer's block before I started this, couldn't decide what order to put the… events in. But I've got it all figured out now, no worries! Pretty short chapter, but maybe some of you can see where I'm going with this now… kind of a newsies version of – well, I don't want to give it away. I wasn't sure what you professional critics would think of this chapter, so pretty please with a watermelon on top, R&R!
