October 11, 2003

 

Buddi sat on his bed as Ursa had walked in, then into the bathroom, then back with at the wash cloth, and soap.

“Ursa, I can wash myself,”
“Not at the moment, you can’t. Not like that.” Buddi glared at her. There was no way that he was going to let her bathe him like he was a small child. Buddi would have folded his arms in stubbornness but couldn’t instead he glared at her, as she started to strip him down.

“URSA at least close the door!”

“You don’t have anything to worry about seeing.” Buddi blushed  a deep shade of red, as she said that to him.

 

After several hours later, Buddi laid there a sleep. As he started to wake a faint smell of something familiar to him started to circul around the room. He opened his eyes trying to figure out what is was. Wanting to see what it was, Buddi got himself up and out of bed and started down the halls looking to see if he could find anything that would answer the question to that.  Buddi got to the top of the stairs, and looked down them, the scent didn’t go that far, and Buddi didn’t even want to attempt trying to get down them. So he went the other direction, and went until he got to Timmy’s room. There at the door the smell was strong, He knew that scent, it was smoke! Just to be sure that he was right, Buddi opened the door, there sat Timmy and a little creamic dish and he was stricking two pieces of flint together, and in front of him was a couple of small flames. Buddi’s eyes grew wide, in fear as he called out,

“FIRE! URSA FIRE!” He turned to run smacking into Ursa, and falling over,

“My foot!” He cried out. By then the little flame had grown into a little bigger one,

“Oops!” Timmy called out in the excitement, and knocked the dish over making the fire spread onto the floor, Ursa, pulled Timmy off to the side, as she called for Gritti, and the others to come in help, as Buddi kept on yelling about the fire going, and at Ursa as she smothered the fire. As soon as it stopped, She headed over to check on Buddi. After making sure he was alright, she noticed that he was angry although  she didn’t blame him. And watched as he got himself back up off the floor, looking like a foal or calf trying to stand for the first time. Ursa had to use everything that she could not to laugh at Buddi while he looked like this. Ursa then started towards her room, she wanted to cool before she even tried to talk to the kid, she was mad about the whole inccednt that just happened. She had thought that side of the kid was gone.

 

 

Ursa walked back in cooled, with the dulled sword in her hand; she stopped hearing series of sharp screams of pain. She turned into Timmy’s room. As mad as she was she had to laugh to herself as Buddi brought his right casted hand down repeatedly onto the cub’s hind end. Timmy was begging for Buddi to stop, by the time that Ursa walked over and took hold of Timmy’s arm,

“Buddi, you can stop, I’ll take over.” Buddi stopped and looked up, he swallowed hard, seeing the sword that she held, even though he knew that wasn’t for him, he still remembered the bite that thing had.  

He looked at Timmy as he stood, the cub glared at him, with tears running down his face. Buddi shivered at the look, then took off. Leaving Timmy in the hands of Ursa.

 

“Timba Ian, explain to me what possessed you to build a fire IN YOUR ROOM!’ Ursa’s voice when from yelling to lowering deep and dangerous. Timmy didn’t like the sound of that, he backed up with his hands covering his backside. “Didn’t you think that you could burn everything down!, or injure someone else, as well as yourself?” She motioned for him to come back over to her. Timmy shook his head no, and backed up even farther. He wasn’t about to let her spank him with that thing. Seeing what he thought  was an opening,  tried to dart passed Ursa. But was caught.

“Running from me only makes things worse, Timba.” Ursa said coldly tightening her grip on his arm, and leading him over to his bed. Timmy watched nervously as she sat down and placed the sword to the side of her, then used the free hand to loosen his belt, and pulled his pants down, pulling him over her knees,

“Since you like fire, Timba, I think that you should have one of your own.” She as the first sting of the sword and Timmy‘s backside connected. Timmy let out a cry of pain, he didn’t remember the pain being that bad the last time, Ursa brought it the sword down three more times before speaking.

“The next time you want to build a fire, I want you to remember what happened here.”  Timmy had no doubt that he would forget. Ursa pulled up to his feet and helped him get his pants and belt back together. Then made him look at her,

“How did you learn to use the flint?”

“Bu.. Buddddi told me.” He said, although he was having trouble talking at the moment.

“How did you get them?”

“I found them on the ground, then took them to Buddi, he didn’t know that I would do that.” Ursa nodded believing that, Buddi wouldn’t have anything to do with Fire unless he had to.  Ursa reached into Timmy’s pocket and took the stones,

“I’m taking these, Timba, so that nothing like what happened doesn’t again.” She said then got up, sitting him on his bed.

“I want you to stay in here for the rest of the night, and most of tomorrow,”

“What about training?”

“You won’t be training, not when you act like you did. You can also forget about dinner tonight,” Ursa said as she left the room. Timmy climbed onto his bed and buried his head into the pillow letting the tears flow as freely as he wanted.

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