February
16, 2004
“Cubbi I wouldn’t do
that”
“Shut up Elliot, I
don’t need a 6 year telling me what to do, I’m 8 remember,”
“So they said you
can hurt yourself more, and Pucki told me to stay
here with you.” Cubbi sighed and laid there picking at the bandages in his
hand. He had 18 stitches put in the night before, and they had knocked him out
with an injection at that point, Elliot headed to the door and yelled,
“PUCKI
CUBBI’S UP AND PICKING THE BANDAID OFF HIS OWIE!” Cubbi glared at him a moment then took off to
the next room.
“Cubbi Koi Gummi… you're supposed to be in bed, now get back there.”
“NO PLUCKI! You're
not my boss!”
“I’m your captain I
certainly am your boss. Don’t you ever talk to me like that again.”
“Fine I’ll go back
to that dumb bed.” Cubbi said, kicking Elliot at the same time.
“Owie,
Pucki”
“I know kid, I know
you were just doing what I told you to, and that was good, thank you.” he told
the kid as he picked the child up and carried him out the door.
“Papa what’s wrong
with Cubbi?”
“I don’t know young Maci I really don’t know.”
“Pucki
why he trip me I just told cause he was doing,…”
“What you were told
you were obeying your captain, and you did right by both. I’m proud tonight
I’ll let you have extra desert at dinner for that.”
“I can?”
“Yes, now go play
I’ll call you when its time.”
“Really?” Plucki nodded as the child took off. He
himself headed into the room with Cubbi and spoke.
“I want to know what's
going on Cubbi”
“I don’t have to say
anything and I’m not doing it.” He said
folding his arms stubbornly and said
“besides your not my
father,” In a lower voice said “Although
I wish you were,” Plucki heard the little bit of what was said but
headed to go get some other work done.