Boards Of Canada - Beware The Friendly Stranger
After a dreadful breakfast...
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— Geez... oats. A dish full of them?
— Nah, it was a bowl. – Why is Dan interested to know more about my breakfast? Because it was prepared by Lennie, of course. He likes her. As for me... I'm unsure. I can't get hungry, and there are some of us who are, or so father used to tell me. He's still telling, even at such a distance.
— And how did you come to eat it?
— I asked for milk. – Dan looked at me with that face. Not that kind of milk, you jerk – It was pretty good.
— So, did you like the milk, or the oats? – Guess that anything prepared by Lennie is worthy for Dan to enjoy. But we're not talking about his life, but mine instead.
— Maybe both. Any news from our daddies?
— None. – We didn't come here to talk about breakfast. Though, we used to enjoy it with our daddies, and we didn't even care about their presence, because they always seemed to be there.
My dad was always there, and Lennie... well, she's now there, all the time. I do not even follow her to the market, and look at Dan, who wants to hold more than her hand. I can't stop talking about him, can I?
— Dad sent me a letter. – Suddenly, Fratley appeared. By sudden, I mean that, well, from where he made an appearance? Fratley just walked towards us, as if he already heard us talking about our daddies. His ears aren't that big,
— Really? – For some reason, I'm interested to hear about what Fratley's dad said to him. Wrote, I mean, but he thought about writing... Did my dad want to write a letter as well? I don't know. Maybe they weren't allowed to, or because there is no paper. No paper!? It must be really awful to be a soldier – What did he write to you?
— I... I can't remember, exactly. I can't show the card, because it'll get soaked, so...
— Wait... you've brought the letter? Where is it? – I asked, to which Fratley replied pointing to his hat.
We went to a place with a shadow lying below out feet. A ceiling other than a tree, and not that dark for us or that kid not being able to read the card. My house, I mean. Dan suggested, so for him to shut up, and for I as well, we went there. Here, I mean. Lennie, we have visits... Well, she ain't here, so we sat on the table. Chairs, not the table. It's clean of the mess I made before. Lennie's own too. Apple crusher.
— So is that your house? – asked Fratley. Dan asked where Lennie was, to which I replied nothing.
— Yes. So, what does this letter say? – The letter lied on the table, as if it was a treasure map. Not that Fratley's dad considered his family a treasure already, far more valuable than gil.
— It says that daddy loves my mom. – I asked for a reply, so I got it – He also says that he loves me and my siblings as much as he loves my mom.
— Do you love your mom, Fratley? – I don't know why I asked.
— Yes, I do.
— Good for you. Good for you… – I wish I was happy like Fratley.
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