2019-11-09 - HOW MISTER CARVER GOT HIS CAT
BY AIMEE RUTLEDGE AGE 6 AND 3/10THS
IC Date: 2019-11-09
OOC Date: 2019-08-01
Location: Here and There
Related Scenes: 2019-10-20 - At Last 2019-10-21 - Doctor, meet Drifter 2019-10-25 - I Love It vs I Hate It
Plot: None
Scene Number: 2580
Mister Carver had run away again!
He did that a lot. He said it was always much more brave to run away when things got scary, because standing around would just get you kilt. He had gone through the magic door in his house that went to wherever he wanted to go if he just closed his eyes and thought about it really really really really really really hard.
And he ended up at a juice stand that served drinks for grown ups but he only had the orange juice becus he said lots of grown up drinks would make him remember a time he nearly died which makes grown up drinks sound really bad but he told me that i'd change my mind in collage.
He said he had lost a friend! Two friends! Which is why he was run away for a while becus losing friends is sad and I asked if it was like when Suzy moved to Seattle becus her daddy was an investmen advisor which I think means he chooses shirts for people.
Becus Mister Carver's door was a magic door it ment his grown up drink stand had skelletuns and a panda which is like a bear in black and white and on youtube they fall over a lot. He was talking to the skelletuns and drinking his orange juice he said when up on the table there jumped a CAT
AND MISTER CARVER SAYS I WENT BIG EYED AT THIS BUT I DIDN'T HE WAS JUST MAKING IT UP
The cat hit ALL the drinks on the table and they fell over like mommy sometimes does when she's drinking from the box in the kitchen and it was night time and the cat was black and the night was black too and all he could see was green eyes and he found it funny but the skelletuns did not and he had to grab the cat and run and the cat scratched and scratched and scratched and I asked how the cat got there was it magic and he said no becus like the cats can do that because they're cats and nobody tells them no and I want nobody to tell me no that would be good
AND THEN HE LET ME PET THE CAT AND THEN IT BIT HIM and it was funny
Mrs. Brockenhurst lowered the page, her elbows resting on the surface of her slightly cluttered desk at the head of the classroom. Letting the paper drop from one hand, she adjusted her glasses to scan over the faces of the children. Yes, there was Aimee, drawing along with the rest of them, tongue poking the corner of her mouth as she so often did when she was really concentrating on something.
She was honestly surprised that the story of what she did at the weekend was quite so... detailed. Normally, the girl would hand in two lines, and then hand-draw at the bottom a picture of a cat and apologize that she 'got bored' when questioned on it. She was also, however, concerned about the contents, and made a note to talk to her parents at the end of the day.
Alistair Carver sat at his breakfast island, feet idly kicking off of the footrest attached to his stool. One hand covered half his face as he said a small prayer to the jug containing far too much Bloody Mary for one man at 11:20am, remnants of his previous gulps staining the white sleeves of his shirt. He might have thought about the small child that he had to swear to secrecy with a story as he absconded with his cat the previous weekend, having to pull the damn thing out of a local neighbor's garden, where Hope had herded their mastiff into a corner.
But he was too busy saying a small prayer that would aid in getting rid of the hangover far less than the rest of the jug would.
Hope, sat off in one corner of the living room, coughed up a bleach white phalange amidst a ball of hair before wandering off to see if she could get the Frenchie that had a regular walking routine at about this time to terror-pee on its owner's leg again.
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