January
28, 2004
“Good job Timmy, but
next time try to aim a little lower.” Buddi just
glared at the two, Timmy had only been there two days and was already getting
every praise that Ursa could through out.
“Buddi! You know how to shoot, so do it right.” Buddi
glared at Ursa again. And shot again with the bow.
“Timmy try it like this.” Ursa helped the cub adjust his arms again
and shoot the arrow, perfect bulls eye.
“That was great if
you keep practicing you’ll get the hang of it.” She
told him then turned to Buddi, You haven’t shot a single arrow in the last
fifteen minutes get a move on it, and Timmy you go a head and go play for a
bit, your finished. As he was walking away Buddi loaded his arrow and shot the
thing it hit Timmy in the backside barely. He let out a yelp. Ursa turned to Buddi her
face pure white.
“It was an accident Ursa, I just aimed a little off.” Ursa said nothing just
grabbed hold of the cub, and pulled him over her knee placing several very hard
smacks to his backside.
“I’d say. Buddi
Timba Barbic, that was the stupidest thing you ever done, I want you in my room
now! I’ll be there as soon as I get the thing out.
“But Ursa,”
“You want to make it
worse than it already is Buddi get to my room NOW!” She said that then went to
go get Timmy.
“I need to get the
arrow out, Timmy.”
“But it hurts.”
“I know it does.”
She said as she took hold of the thing and managed to pull it out Timmy let out
a yell like there was nothing else and the tears started to flow. Ursa pulled
the child into her lap and let him cry for a bit. Once he had calmed she pulled
him off and told him that she had to go deal with Buddi now.
Buddi Timba Barbic get over
here right now and you have better explain yourself. Buddi looked
up just in time to see that Gritti was also in the room. He about panicked.
Gritti never looked so mad before in his life.
“Well I,… I,…”
“We got that; now
tell us what you were thinking!” Gritti spoke with his voice sounding like ice.
Buddi swallowed hard and backed up a bit. Not wanting to look at either one.
“I just didn’t
think, its always Timmy this and Timmy that” Buddi
told them quickly.
“What do you mean?”
“It’s
Timmy shoot like this, Good job Timmy,”
“Buddi Timmy’s
younger, and needs it more.”
“OH And I DON’T! UR,…” The look from both stopped him in is tracks and he
stopped.
“I’m sorry I didn’t
mean to do it, Just angry.”
“So you shot him?” Ursa asked eyes piercing into him like lasers. Her voice was
sold enough it could freeze anything thing in its path.
“What have I told
you about with controlling your anger?” Buddi didn’t answer just hung his head.
Later that night
Buddi laid in his bed, he hurt still but was thinking about what happen, He couldn’t believe
that along with Ursa’s belt Gritti also added a few slaps to him. He could feel
still feel sting. Not only that now he was board they had also taken his flute from him. He
looked to the wall thinking until he was free to go get his bath, and get ready
for bed. As he walked to the bathroom he seen Timmy sleeping already curled up.
That’s when it started to sink in. Buddi stopped by Ursa’s room before he went
to bed,
“Ursa,” The Barbic
looked up.
“I’m sorry I did
that.”
“I know you are, but
I’m not the one you need to be saying hat to, now I want you in bed. I’ll be in
there shortly.”