October
2, 2003
Timmy slowly walked up to Buddi’s
room and stood outside the door, this time Buddi was alone. He looked at the
object in his little hands, and sighted he wanted to, but wasn’t sure if he
should. He really did feel bad for what he did. He did want to fix thing’s between him and Buddi. Timmy sighed as he looked in, Buddi looked over at that time,
“What are you doing
there Cub, Get away from here!” He snapped.
“Budd,….”
“Get out before I
call Gritti in here!”
“But I,…”
“GET OUT!” The little
boy sighed and dropped the idem on the ground, it was
the paper that they used. Sighed and ran off. Buddi sighed and laid back again. He didn’t know what else to do. He was
still mad the kid, first he does this to him, and now he was trying to steal
his Ursa way from him, his Mamma Ursa, and THAT wasn’t going to happen! Not to
him! Not to that kid. The paper caught his eyes, from where he laid, but he
didn’t get up and look at it. He just laid there.
Ursa walked in carring a tray. Buddi turned the oppoiste
direction. She noted the object on the floor. Picked it up and handed it to
Buddi.
“I want you to eat,
and I also want you to look at this.” Buddi didn’t answer Ursa,
he just kept on looking the other direction.
“Buddi, I’m not
leaving until you eat something.” Buddi stayed in the same position that he was
in. Ursa sighed, there had to be a reason that he wasn’t talking, and she knew
that he was awake.
“Buddi, I know your
awake so, sit up here and eat!” She tried to stay calm, and walked over and
rubbed his back. Buddi moved away from her. She walked over to the other side,
and he rolled to the other side.
“Buddi, stop it! Act
your age!” Ursa threw back his covers and picked him up,
at first he thought he was going to feel her hand against his backside. But she
set him up so that he was able to look her in the face,
she leaned down and said in a dangerous tone,
“Eat Buddi Barbic.”
Buddi new he couldn’t win at this point, and he slowly started to eat the stew
that was in front of him.
“The kid’s not that
bad, once you get to know him.” Ursa said as he ate, Buddi almost choked on the
food, as she spoke to him about this.
“Ursa, do you
realize what that Brat did to me?
“So you can speak!”
She said.
“Buddi,” Ursa sat
next to him, taking in empy bowl away. She then
pulled him into her lap the way she did when he was little. “You should listen
to him once, hear him out.”
“There’s no way I’m
talking to him.”
“I don’t blame you
for being mad, but maybe if you listen, you’ll know why he gave us that
trouble. “
“I don’t care why it
happened, it did and so did this!”
“Buddi Timba Barbic
don’t you raise your voice to me!”
“Sorry, but I still
say I won’t talk to him.” Ursa sighed and put him back in his bed. And started
to head out, then stopped at the doorway.
“I’ll be sending him
in in the next couple of days,
I want you to at least listen to him if nothing else.” With that Ursa headed
out the door. Buddi took the paper crumbled it in his hands, and threw it so
that it flew out the door. Then sat there with his arms folded, fuming.