Sandy and Solomon

"Oh Pepino, my life will never be the same if you leave me, please ...!" , "Monsieur Matthiew err... I mean, Monsieur Sandy, I already told you I can't be bothered, for I am waiting." "Waiting for what?"

Minans voice cracked on these last words, he held the embalmed squirrel in mid air, in the pose of a sass monster waiting to make a fuss. In the boy's other hand Pepino the lemon was reluctant to answer, he knew Sandy wouldn't be happy with the facts, "...Driver" he said " Driver the screw", "Nooooo!"screamed Sandy;

Minan then cleared his voice. He decided he was dissatisfied with how dramatic Sandy was being. "Ugh, whatever man" he made him say "I'm seeing your sister anyway."; The lemon fell from the boy's hand and hit the table with an outraged thud. Suddenly a small black stone flew through the open window into Minan's room, it went past the kid's head and crashed into the yellow fish tank he kept on the other side of his bed, water started pouring out fast while Minan's bubbly beryl and blue blackmoore bish (I mean fish, but I'm still going to leave it because I love alliteration) fought the current. The child rushed over the bed and grabbed one of his shoes then quickly dipped it in the water, capturing the fish and enough water for it to survive. He went tothewindowand found Maya and Horace in his front yard. "You almost murdered Brio!" he exclaimed, lionkinging the shoe out the window. "Sorry dude!" said Maya, Horace picked and tossed another rock, it hit the wall five meters from Minan. "come down already!" he screamed. Minan closed the window, put on his dry shoe and, carrying his other shoe he went for the door, then he performed a small indecisive dance in the doorway, glancing back nervously at his desk. "Oh, hell it!" he said to himself and grabbed the embalmed squirrell. He then rushed down the stairs, spilling shoe-water everywhere; he emptied his shoe in a glass flower vase that contained fresh freesias in water and ran out the door. Brio happily explored the new lofty solution her owner had found for her, then she glanced up and saw the flowers and was even more content, because they looked like music.

Minan closed the door behind him and slipped his wet shoe on: "Mmmm...Fresh" he thought.

The three kids marched through the vineyards picking grapes and eating them, occasionally throwing them at each other. They crossed the bridge and found themselves in town where they met with a larger group of kids all heading in the same direction. They followed the river upstream, passed the school, towards Maya's house. In front of it, on the river bank, they found a crowd of people all rounded up around a small figure wearing a green canvas military hat, a white t-shirt and jeans. The child was barefoot and had tossed a fishing line in the water already. The three children hurried into Maya's house and up on the second floor, where the view was perfect. Suddenly the little boy started singing. It was a sad song, full of rapid swings and dips, with a tonality that was quite rich and deep for such a small boy.

Everyone was entranced by the beautiful singing, including our three friends: Horace had closed his eyes and was leaning against the wall, Maya had her head laying on the windowsill, Minan was hugging Sandy the embalmed squirrell very tightly.

Surprisingly at that point the child turned around towards Maya's house. His face was pale white and his eyes were black, as if they were simply holes into his head, and they were set right on the window of Maya's room.

"Ouch!" screamed Minan as the embalmed squirrell scratched it's way out of his embrace. It jumped out of the window and into the street where everyone stared as it entered that four meter perimeter of space around the little fisherman no one ever dared to cross. It jumped on the child's shoulder. He pet it, then took a peanut out of his pocket and gave it to the lively squirrell corpse. After that he kept singing and fishing with his new munching friend on his shoulder. Maya patted Minan's back: "Sorry dude." she said. Minan stared at the fisherman and at his lost toy/friend. "Funky" he said.