Great Artists Come From Anywhere

Chapter 4

"This is a nice place. Simple, yet elegant." Faye commented as her and Remy had come to the entrance of La Ratatouille, which was currently closed.

"You like it? Wait until you try the food!" He took her hand to and led her to the back to the kitchen entryway. They crawled through the rat hole in the wall to find Colette and Linguini already in the kitchen.

"Hey Little Chef! Oh, is this a new friend?" Linguini saw Remy and Faye as they crawled through the hole. Remy nodded, answering his question.

"You brought me to the humans?!" Faye cried.

"It's okay, don't worry. They're my friends. They won't hurt you." Remy tried to reassure her, but that wasn't the problem.

"I may have been hurt by one, but I'm not scared of them." Faye told him angrily.

"Is she a girl?" Linguini asked Remy. Remy nodded.

"She is a very pretty girl. What happened to her?" Colette asked as she noticed the bandage wrapped around Faye. Remy walked got up on top of the counter and climbed up Linguini's arm onto his head. Faye stared at Remy in confusion as to what he was doing. Remy began pulling Linguni's hair and made his leg kick forward to show that a human had kicked her. Then he climbed down on the floor and pretended to be hit and thrown accross the room. Linguini started to laugh at Remy's expression.

"So I'm guessing that someone hit her." Remy nodded. Faye was intrigued by how friendly he was with the humans. Then she realized something.

"How did he make him kick his leg? He pulled his hair? That is very strange. I have never seen that before..." Curiousity caused Faye to walk closer to Linguini, trying to get a better look at him. He was very strange and different to her. She wanted to find out why.

"I see you like Linguini," Remy smiled as he went back over to Faye.

"No, it is just that, he is so..."

"Strange? Yes, I know. But he's cool. He's very nice. When I first met him, he was nice to me. Well, he trapped me in a strainer, but at least he didn't try to kill me." Faye's eyes widened and then she turned to walk out.

"No no no! Don't leave! It's okay. I didn't mean it like that. Just come on." Remy took her hand and she felt the warmth and softness run through her arm. Her cheeks turned pink as he led her through the kitchen.

"Now, it is time to make my specialty dish!" Remy declared as he began to make his famous ratatouille. Faye walked around the counter and found a paper used for writing down recipes. There was a pencil sitting right next to it. She picked both of them up and stared at the blank page. Then she remembered the poem she had made up the night before. She began to write it down so she wouldn't forget it. Linguini had gone into the dining area and began preparing things for the day. Colette was in the kitchen also preparing, then she noticed Faye writing on the paper.

"What are you writing?" She asked. Faye jumped in fear at the figure that was above her.

"I'm sorry! I did not mean to scare you. I was just curious as to what you were writing down." Faye gave her a confused look that said, "Why would you care?"

"I did not know you knew how to write, that is all." It was like Colette knew what Faye was thinking. Faye was surprised. So she decided to show her what she had written down.

Nothing worth stealing is free, no life worth living is free.

We must pay the price of despair, and dispointment we share.

I have been through a life of pain, but now there is much to gain.

My price has been paid, and someone came to my aid.

A new life I have been waiting for, and now is my chance to live it evermore.

Colette's eyes were wide as she read the paper.

"This...is...a poem?" She asked. Faye nodded. What else would it be?

"This is very good. Where did you learn to write like this?"

Faye had no idea how she was supposed to answer that, but then she had an idea. She snatched the paper out of Colette's hands and began writing again. She gave the paper back to Colette who began reading it.

"I used to live with a human who was a poet, and I learned a lot from her." Colette read the words aloud. Remy turned his head, hearing Colette.

"How did she know that?" He asked Faye who was staring at Colette, but then turned to face Remy.

"I just told her."

"How?"

"I wrote it down."

"You can write?" Faye nodded. She didn't think it was that big of a deal.

"You can't?" Remy shook his head no. "Really?"

"Yeah, I can't believe you can!" Remy eyes got wide and a smile spread accross his face.

"Faye! Can you tell Colette what my name is?"

"Why? She doesn't know your name?"

"No, they just call me Little Chef."

Faye took back the paper and erased what she had just wrote to Colette and began writing something else. Then she handed the paper back to her.

"By the way, 'Little Chef' wants to tell you that his name is Remy." She looked over to Remy.

"Your name is Remy? I didn't even know you had a name!" Remy nodded, he had a big smile on his face.

"Linguini! Get over here!" Colette called Linguini as she read the note again in shock.

"What? What's the matter?" He came running through the doors expecting something to have gone wrong.

"Look at this." Colette handed him the piece of paper. He took it and read it.

"Who wrote this?" He asked.

"She did." Colette pointed to Faye who was smiling. She enjoyed seeing the humans acting so strangely. Then Linguini looked over at Remy.

"Your name is Remy? I didn't even know you had a name!"

"That is what I said!" Colette exclaimed.

"What's your name?" Linguini asked Faye as he gave her back the piece of paper. She wrote it down and handed it back to them.

"Faye, that's beautiful." Linguini commented. She took the paper back and wrote "thank you" on it. Linguini smiled. Remy had gone back to work on making the ratatouille.

"Just a few more minutes, then it'll be done." He told her. "Hey, what did you write on the back of the paper?" Remy noticed that there was more writing on the paper. He went over to Linguini and took the paper.

"Wait! Don't..." Faye started, but he had already began reading it. When he was done, he looked up at Faye.

"You write poetry?"

"Well, not really, sort of, maybe?"

"Becuase this is really good."

Faye was surprised. Just then, the oven timer went off letting them know the food was done. Colette opened the oven for Remy and put the dish on the counter. Remy then organized the little slices of vegetables onto a plate, then covered them in a suculant sauce. He got out a fork and Faye went over to him.

"Try this." She grabbed a forkful and slowly took a bite.

"Oh my goodness! This is delicious!" Faye exclaimed as she took another bite of the delicious vegetables.

"See? What'd I tell ya?" Remy smiled. "So, your owner was a poet? And that's how you can write poetry? Or even write for that matter?"

"Yes. It's just something that I do sometimes, it's not that big of a deal." Faye thought it didn't matter that much. She ate the rest of the ratatouille and savored every bite of it.

"Thank you very much, this meal was delicious."

"Your very welcome!" Remy smiled brightly, satisfyed that she enjoyed it so much. Just then he remembered he was asking her about her poetry.

"Hey, about that poem..." He began. Faye didn't want him to mention it, but she didn't stop him. "What did you mean by, 'I have been through a life of pain'?"

"Remy, it's not a big deal. I just wrote that down so I wouldn't forget it. I thought of it last night. It's just kind of someting I put together really fast."

"Do you have any other saved poems?" He asked hopefully.

"Only that I've memorized in my head. Why?" Remy smiled

"I think I have an idea."