February
17, 2004
“OWIE!”
“Cubbi
what are you doing?”
‘What's
it too you?”
“Because you just got yourself kicked by that beast, let me take a look at that
thing”
“NO
I’m fine” Cubbi said as he started to go back to getting the beast taken care
of.
“NO
Cubbi, come and let me help you.”
“No
I have to get this done!”
“Who says you had to,
Cubbi”
“I
did, I have to do it.”
“For who?”
“You!”
“Me?
Why do you have to do this for me?
“Just do Plucki.” The cub said and started again obviously in pain. Plucki
tried to take the cub and help him.
Seeing no other way he took hold of the child, and took the brush away,
and carried the child kicking and screaming to sick bay,
“I
CAN’T GO THERE I’M WEAK PLUCKI I’LL BE WEAK! I’LL BE NO GOOD NO USE
TO YOU PUT ME DOWN! PUT ME DOWN FOR GUM SAKES! LEAVE ME ALONE!”
“Seems to us that you like it in here Cubbi.”
“Shut
up.” He snapped
“Now Cubbi that’s enough.” Cubbi just stuck his tough
out at Plucki,
“GO
to hell.” He snapped again.
“Cubbi you about ten second from getting in trouble.”
“Fine
with me see if I care.” Plucki was shocked and lost
with what to do. He sat in shock as they stitched that up and the child never
protested against that. That was odd for
him