TO MOM

HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY BY AT LEAST ABOUT SEVEN DAYS MOM!
Which is a week, which reminds me of how much I hate those signs in the windows of stores that are all 'OPEN SEVEN DAYS A WEEK, 24 HOURS EVERY DAY!' Seven days IS a week. You can just say 24/7. Okay, off track! So, Mother, I am going to do a freestyle poem/ish/sort/blog/post/thingy which PROBABLY won't be one of my BEST posts, but I feel like I owe you. Sooooo, here goes!
*Ahem* Mothers.
In the wild, mothers are more connected to children than the fathers. When a baby animal is born, it has a genetic code from the father which dominates its physical appearance early in its life, so that it looks like the Father and the Dad knows that that animal was made by him. Eventually, some of them change and look like the Mom. Mother animals will most often die to protect their young. In nature documentaries, you can see babies climbing all over the Mother and she doesn't do a thing. Moms, in the animal kingdom AND the human culture, usually make a lot of effort, or "go out of (their) my way" (quote from mom) to please the kids, help the kids, etc. And us kids don't always realize that.
MOTHER STEREOTYPES AND MOM FACTS AND STUFF:
The Mom is always softer on the kids.
Thanks to Disney and Bambi, I grew up for a while thinking that Chipmunks were baby Squirrels.
Sometimes, Mommy DOES kiss 'Santa Claus'
Moms are the fashion providers and interior designers.
Random scribbles from kids can be viewed as adorable and printed into Christmas Cards.
Moms cook.
Random pics of you smiling look wonderful on Facebook.
So, I am going to stop before I start using some seriously weird and stupid crap that doesn't make sense at all.
So Mom, I loves you, and I will write a make-up post for this crazy not that well written post later. PS: These stereo-thingies are based on my personal experiences. I know there are some father-based families and these do not apply to all. SO YEAH, MOM HAVE A HAPP- your birthday passed a week ago. Soooo.. have a good life! (this post is so scramble someday i will look back on this and grimace) Love you, Dad you will have one of these coming your way come June!

Sketchpages; INSTALLMENT #10

Luna smiled and waved as we were dragged along the hallway, down the stairs, and back into the room we were to sleep in. It had a large tree in the center, and sleeping bags nestled among its roots. Seated on one of the roots, Flora was whispering to a bird cupped in the palm of her hand. As we walked up to her, she flattened her hand and the bird flew out an open window. Fauna asked

"A message? To who?"

Stella said quietly

"Secret."

"Oh come on, secrets are boring!" Fauna moaned. When Flora didn't say anything, she sighed and asked 

"Well, I assume you aren't going to release any info, are you?"

Flora mimed zipping her lips, smiled, and shook her head. Fauna sighed, scratched her head, and started to jog off in the direction of the stairs. 

"I'm going to grab you guys some pajamas and sneak some food. Be right back, 'kay?"

I called back

"Cookies and root beer, if you have any."

Jay called out her and Flora's requests, and Fauna was gone. Me and Jay plopped down on roots facing Flora.

"Come on, what was the message or whatever it was? You can tell us. Please?"

Flora hesitated, then leaned in close and looked around. 

"Alright, but don't breathe a WORD to Fauna."

She whispered. We nodded seriously.

"Well, her birthday is coming up in 12 days, and she is turning 13. This is a very important age here,"

She added to me

"and I want to get her something really, really special. So, I've been watching and listening, and I think the perfect birthday present for her would be a Forest Elk."

She paused here, because I probably looked as curious as I felt. Jay jumped in. 

"A Forest Elk is... Well, you do have elk where you come from, right? It's a kind of deer..."

"Yes, I have noticed our worlds share the same language and many of the same animals. I know what an elk is."

Jay nodded and continued

"Well, a Forest Elk is much the same as a normal elk. But Forest Elk are especially intelligent, so they are trained very carefully. They are used for battle chargers, steeds, hunting, message carrying, and many other jobs. They are loyal and courageous in the face in danger, steady on their feet and calm, fast, and move incredibly smoothly and quietly."

I nodded. 

"Cool."

Flora continued, a little bit faster this time. Fauna would be back soon.

"So I think an elk would be a good companion, and aid her on her scouting and hunting trips. Also, Forest Elks live exactly as long as their owner. So it would help her for the rest of her life. I have been saving up for quite the while, and I sent a letter off to a man that breeds the best Forest Elks. If I am lucky, Fauna shall have the elk exactly on her birthday. So don't tell her, kay?"

She smiled as we both nodded and mimed locking our mouths with keys and throwing them away. Suddenly we heard a loud

"I'm back!" 

And Fauna, who had conveniently been running at full speed, crashed into us, unable to apply the brakes quite in time. I toppled off the root, but Jay and Flora kept their balance as Fauna stood up. I sat up and shook my head, laughing. Frost, who had been sniffing some blankets ran over and started barking at Fauna.

"Woah, woah, boy! I just fell. Fauna is nice, okay? Good boy. Calm down."

Fauna giggled and jumped down to help me up.

"He thinks I pushed you off. It's okay, boy, and for goodness sakes please stop barking! Luna's maid is searching for me 'cause I stole these out of the royal kitchen."

She held up a bracelet. She went over to the flattest root, then tapped the bracelet, turning it into multiple food and drink items. We all cheered and clapped as she grinned and then, clearing her throat, stood up very straight, turned up her nose, and lowered her eyelids, eyeing us haughtily. 

"Dear goodness, you scruffy ruffians just make me have need of my royal barfbag. I AM a royal princess, of course. If one of you had gone... Ugh, do not make the royal mind even think the thought."

She shuddered exaggeratedly. We were laughing by now. She continued.

"My, my, all I do ask is respect. That and 12 royal muffins. They are so good for the liver, you know. Bow down, curtsy like you are properly of royal blood!"

She grinned and sat down to much laughter and applause.

"That was Leopold, the royal tutor. He turns everything from snails to muffins into a boring history or anatomy lesson. He and Joseph really ought to get together sometime. Maybe they'll bore each other to death."

We all snickered and I decided to put a little Emiline in the comedy routine. I stood up and put a rather snooty expression on my face.

"Well, I daresay if I had gone instead of you, the royal pain in the bottom, I would have gotten twice as much food. For I do not strut around sticking out my nose. You must properly walk around while displaying your tush."

Here I walked around, probably looking amazingly like a duck. Fauna was on her back laughing, while Jay was wiping her eyes. Flora was giggling like crazy. We all were having a great time until we heard a knock on the door. Quick as a whip, Fauna turned the food back into a bracelet, which she tossed to Jay, who slipped it on her wrist. We all jumped on our sleeping bags and started chatting about Frost, who stretched casually and started to show off. Well, Jay, Fauna and I chatted. Flora continued to be overcome by sudden bouts of the giggles. We heard another knock on the door. Pretending to notice for the first time, Jay shouted

"Enter, if you be friend, and not foe, and most preferably not a Male."

Silence. Finally we heard a voice say

"Be the Princess Faunlina be inside this room?"

Fauna grimaced at the name, then shook her head and started waving her hands and mouthing 

"Say NO!"

Sounding bored, Jay called back, 

"Of course not. Why would she be here? All who be in here be I."

"And I." 

I chimed in cheerfully. The voice paused again.

"Well, if you happen to see the princess, do tell her Chef Garbanzo wishes to see her as soon as her royal schedule allows."

Fauna grimaced and stuck her tongue out in the direction of the door. Me and Flora started making faces too. Jay grinned and tried to stifle a laugh.

"Well, I have no royal idea where the elusive highness must be. How can you lose a princess? Most insufficient. I shall have to inform the queen of this lapse in control when she returns. How immature. Well, be off with you. If you do not leave me and my comrade in peace, I shall tell you who I am and you shall be shivering in your boots or whatever you nosy servants wear nowadays."

There were receding footsteps to be heard. We waited until we could not hear them anymore, then burst out in laughs and clapping. Jay grinned and nodded, accepting the applause and praise. 

"Jay, that was brilliant! You are amazing at acting! Do you really have that strong of a reputation to be sure it will scare people off?"

Jay laughed and clapped me on the back.

"I am liking you more and more every minute! Yes, I have a strong reputation, around this castle particularly. Nobles and royals have always taken special liking to me, causing me to visit the palace often. In the past, tyrants before your or anyone else's time, the blasted extreme cleanliness, polite niceties and brainless servants has caused my temper to get the best of me many times. These servants and butlers and such have been trained to avoid, and almost fear any kind of mess. They hate cleaning up, even now. So I am known not to be one to cross."

If there was one thing I had noticed about Jay, it was that she took time in her answers but always satisfied every aspect of my endless curiosity. I had gleaned that she did not like to waste time talking from this observation, for in answering every possible question on a subject, she challenged your ability to form a question she had not already answered and completed all there was to be said on a subject. It really was quite clever, and I admired her for it. 

"But most of my reputation is made of much more scary and impressive things than that sort of rubbish."

She added, looking proud. I nodded, then poked Fauna. 

"Did you get a chance to snag some pj's while you were a fugitive from cooks?"

"Pj's?"

Fauna looked at me in confusion. I guess they hadn't made any slang yet over here. (Wherever 'here' was, exactly.) 

"Pajamas. Where I come from, they are called both."

Fauna nodded and a grin took over her face. 

"I am so going to use that with everyone here. Maybe even get Script to get me some pictures of their expression."

She snickered, rubbing her hands together like a villain. She hunched her shoulders and cackled evilly, eyes darting around, giving me and Jay a good case of the giggles. It was like we all were hyper. Fauna stopped and straightened up again. 

"But seriously, you absolutely have to teach me how to talk like people do, y'know, in your world."

I shrugged. 

"Sure, why not?"

 (Sorry for not posting for so long! I will try to put in a couple extra posts this week to make up for it! I have a lot more pages of Sketchpages that I've been working on but haven't released!