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.