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Post by purple on Jul 20, 2012 13:00:10 GMT -5
Heather shook her head and sighed sadly. “It’s kind of a long story…. Lokharts had a very traumatic past. Though his old mom was never mean to him, she did abandon him in the pound. I even got a tip from her at the Neoboards when I was searching for another Xweetok to adopt. He was one of my dream pets, so I rushed to the pound and adopted. Poor thing’s been through so much. The Pink Uni said he was teased and bullied some, and he was a bit difficult and aloof, but I loved him anyways. It’s just part of who he is. Lokhart is a very sweet boy, he just doesn’t always know how to act around other people. But him and Nicky have a very special bond. I can tell Lokhart really cares and loves her.” I nodded, now better understanding about the silent and quiet Xweetok. “That explains a lot. Thank you for telling me.” “You’re welcome. I’m used to dealing with pets from the pound, I adopted a lot of my kids from there. It’s one of the reason’s I have so many pets! I can’t stand eeing them in the pound.” “I know how you feel. I adopted Danby when he was abandoned on my friend Jen’s doorstep. I suppose you never really get over that.” Heather was about to reply when Nicky let out another Neopian-shattering scream. It scared us nearly half to death and made everyone in the room become dead quiet. “No touch, no touch, no touch!” Nicky screamed at Indigo, a 3 year old Baby Cybunny who was trying to give her a hug to make her feel better. Indigo backed away, hurt and confusion in her large Aqua blue eyes. Lokhart sighed and put a firm hand on Nicky’s arm. “Nicky, Nicky, I’m here. It’s okay. I’m here. Let’s sing your song.” Nicky ignored him and let out another screech as she flapped a paw. Indigo bottom lip trembled and she glared at the Snow Xweetok with tear filled eyes. “You’re so weird Nicky! I wish you weren’t my sister! “ she cried, running over to her mother and burying her face into her jeans. Indigo let out another muffled cry and clung tightly to her mother’s legs. I sighed and was about to do something when Lokhart stood up and brought a chipped, well used, wooden guitar out. He sat by Nicky and began to sing her song.
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Post by nurseryteacher28 on Jul 20, 2012 20:24:02 GMT -5
I stared, not expecting such impressive music to come from one so young. I studied Nicky carefully as she listened cautiously, her rocking and flapping slowing as Lokhart's music calmed her ruffled senses. Even Indigo pulled her face from her mother's jeans and glanced at her brother, Nicky's rebuff temporarily forgotten. She'd never heard Lokhart play before; he'd never let anyone but Nicky hear him. By the time he was finished, Nicky's agitation had evaporated, and the beginnings of a smile twitched at her mouth. “Again Lokhart, again,” she said. Lokhart took her paw and squeezed it affectionately. “Later Nicky,” he promised, “Let's go outside and I'll tell you about all the flowers.” He helped her to her feet and led her through the kitchen and into the back yard. Indigo looked sadly at her mother, “How come Nicky only likes Lokhart?” She asked defensively, “Any time I try to help her she goes an' freaks out.” She sighed sadly. “It's 'cause they think the same,” A little voice emerged from the scattering of pets and I looked up to see Danby, my baby Shoyru emerge. He looked a little sad, as if he understood their plight all too well. Indigo stared at Danby. “Wha'd'ya mean they think the same?” She asked. Danby sighed. “They both know what it's like to be stucked someplace they don't wanna be. Nicky's stuck in her own mind. She can't escape an' be like the rest of us, even though she probl'y wants to, at least, the part of her that understands she's different does. An' Lokhart was stuck in the pound... just like me. They're both on the outside lookin' in, an' they both know how that feels.” He sighed and stuck his dummy in his mouth, staring at the floor as he tried to shrink away from the roomful of eyes now on him. I stared at my son. He was only two; I'd never expected anything as profound as that, I didn't even think it was possible. I watched as he slunk away and went to join Lokhart and Nicky in the garden. He knew what it was to be on the outside looking in too.
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Post by nurseryteacher28 on Jul 22, 2012 0:13:21 GMT -5
“Papa, are they here yet?” I sighed at the question that had been asked for the eight billionth time and looked down at my baby Ogrin. “Shasta, does it look like they're here yet? Has the doorbell rung?” Shasta sighed, frustrated, and dropped his head, “No,” he said, “But they should be, you said they'd be here soon.” “Shas, I – ” At that moment, the doorbell interrupted me and Shasta beamed with triumph. “C'mon!” He said, and galloped toward the door. I opened it and found my friend Heather, surrounded by half a dozen of her pets, standing on the doorstep. “Chiriban!” Shasta dashed onto the porch and bowled his best friend over. The little Zafara laughed and shoved him off. “C'mon!” He said, “Let's go play!” The two of them weaved through my legs and disappeared into the nursery, and I beckoned everyone else in. Most of the kids headed for the nursery, but Heather's little snow Xweetok, Nicky, clung to her leg and refused to budge. Nicky wasn't like the others; she lived in a world of her own, speaking only in fragmented sentences, when she could be engaged at all. Underneath all that quirky stoicism however, I knew there was something special. “Come on Nicky,” Heather said, taking her paw gently, “Let's go into the nursery.” Nicky complied, and moved off to a corner of the room by herself, picking blocks one by one out of my kids' toy basket and lining them up in straight, even rows. “C'mon Shasta, I don't wanna play that game no more!” I pulled my attention from Nicky to find Chiriban and Shasta arguing with one another. “We always play pirates, I wanna do somethin' different this time!” Chiriban huffed. Shasta was adamant, “But we always play pirates!” He said, “You can't just change the game, that's the rules. It's my house so you gotta do what I say!” Heather and I approached the bickering two and stood over them. “What seems to be the trouble guys?” I asked. Shasta scowled, “Chiriban's not playin' right. He don't wanna play pirates, he's not bein' a good friend!” I regarded my baby Ogrin for a moment, “You know, being friends means sharing sometimes. If Chiriban wants to lay something different this time maybe you should do what he wants, and you can play what you want next time.” Shasta scowled, “Fine, we can play your dumb ol' game bossyboots,” he snapped. “Shasta don't talk to your friend like that!” I scolded, “Say you're sorry.” He sighed exasperatedly, “Sorry,” he muttered. Chiriban looked rather downtrodden, “It's okay,” he sighed, “Let's just go play.” I watched the two of them walk away and looked at Heather, “Sorry about him,” I said, “He can get a little demanding sometimes.” Heather smiled slightly, “Don't worry about it,” she replied, “Indigo can get the same way.”
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Post by purple on Jul 22, 2012 1:43:06 GMT -5
Just as she said that, we heard a loud screech and tousle from the corner of bthe room. Lucy, my Baby Kacheek, was clinging tightly to her Maraquan Usuki Doll, big, fat tears dripping down her face. Fofinha and Haizeil. Both Indigo little 1 year old Baby Xweetok and Wocky, glared at her as they all sat around the tea-party table.
“But Lucy, I wanna play with that Usuki! I’m your guest, so I should be able to play with whatever I want. Don’t be such a baby. I always let you play with my toys!”
“No you don’t, you tell us what we’re gonna play, and then we have to do it. You always boss us around!” Lucy yelled, tears still streaming down her face.
“Yeah” Fofinha chimed in. “Miss Bossy Pants”
Haizel giggled and nodded her head. “Thatsa good name for her. She never shares.”
Indigo huffed and stomped away. “I don’t need to play with some dumb babies. I’ll go play with Flekno and Chriscoppe. They’re lots more fun then you guys anyways!”
Flekno and Chriscoppe, her 6 and 7 year old Rainbow and Electric sister and brother didn’t looked to thrilled as Indigo sauntered over to their block tower they were working on.
“You guys should build it higher. It’s too small.”
“D-d-don’t boss us around, Indigo, w-w-were older than you. Go play with your friends. Chriscoppe said shakily, trembling slightly from the furious glare Indigo gave him. He always was a shy and timid thing.
Flekno, on the other hand, was brave, bold and outspoken. She ignored her little sister’s whining and glares, not giving her the attention she wanted.
“Quit bein’ so bossy. Go build your own tower. We don’t play with whiny babies anyways.”
Indigo’s eyes widen with anger at this statement. If there was one thing the 3 year old Baby Cybunny hated being called more, it was a baby. She stomped and gave her sister a deathly look.
“I’m not a baby! I can do three cartwheels, write my own name, make up the bestest games, and even count to a 100.That’s cuz I go to advanced preschool. I’m not a dummy like Lucy or Shasta.” She crossed her arms and smiled smugly at Lucy.
“Indigo, don’t say things like that to-” but Heather was cut off by my Baby Ogrin, who ran up to Indigo and pressed his face inches from hers.
“Oh yeah? Well, I can do three handstands in a row and I can skateboard too. So ha! You’re not that great and cool.” “Oh yeah?” Indigo challenged, pressing her face closer to his. “Yeah!” Shasta replied right back, glaring at her furiously.
“Ugh” Both Heather and I groaned. This was going to be a long day.
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Post by nurseryteacher28 on Jul 22, 2012 14:29:51 GMT -5
“Ugh.” Both Heather and I groaned. This was going to be a long day. I moved to break up the fighting, but Indigo beat me to it, she stormed off across the room, black clouds hanging over her head. “Fine!” She shouted, rounding on Shasta, “I don't wanna play with you anyways! I'll just go play with Nicky, I'll bet she's nicer than any of you!” She stomped off to the corner of the room where Nicky was still lining up blocks and sat down. “Here Nicky,” she said, “You're s'posed to stack the blocks, like this, lemme show you.” Indigo picked up one of the blocks, disrupting the straight, even rows. The blind Xweetok ran a paw down the row and felt the block's absence. “No!” She shouted, snatching it back, “No no no no no! Straight blocks, go 'way Indigo!” Indigo's face assumed an expression of anger and frustration. She took it back, “No Nicky, you're doing it wrong, you can't just line 'em up!” Nicky threw her head back and let out a blood-curdling howl. Indigo clamped her paws over her ears as her mother approached and wrapped both arms around Nicky. “Mommy, Nicky's not sharin'! She's bein' mean!” Indigo cried over Nicky's wails. I ran up to help, wishing Nicky's brother Lokhart had come with his guitar so he could play his music that Nicky responded so well to. Finally the noise stopped, but Indigo would not relinquish her upset. “How come Nicky don't haft'a share?” Indigo demanded, “I always get in trouble when I don't, it's not fair!” “Indigo you know Nicky's different,” Heather replied, sounding tired, “She can't help behaving the way she does, she just doesn't know how to share.” I glanced at Indigo, whose expression became darker. “Well then I'm gonna teach her!” She snapped as she stomped off, “Nobody should get away with bein' that bossy!” Heather and I exchanged glances. I wondered how long it would take Indigo to realise what the implications of that statement meant for her.
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Post by purple on Jul 22, 2012 17:58:41 GMT -5
Indigo and Shasta continued to be bossy and difficult all day. Shasta did two handstands perfectly in a row, but fell down when he tried to do the third one. Indigo started counting to 100, which, amazingly, she really could, and it just went on and on. It was giving Heather and I a headache.
I was hoping things would be better by lunchtime, but I was wrong. It got much, much worse. Indigo was trying to do a handstand on the table when she slipped on some apple juice and fell down from the table. Heather quickly dashed to her daughter’s side and gently cradled her in her arms.
“Indie, why did you do that? You could have been seriously hurt. Never do anything like that again. You know better than trying to do dangerous stunts.”
Indigo sniffled and rubbed her head. “Shasta dared me too, he said I was a big baby if I didn’t. So I had to show him.”
I gave my guilty looking baby a stern look. “Did you tell Indigo to do that Shasta? You know I don’t like you making fun of others.”
Shasta kept his head down and shrugged his tiny shoulders. “I didna think she’d actually do it. It’s not my fault!”
I let out an exsparated sigh. When would this competion come to an end?
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Post by nurseryteacher28 on Jul 24, 2012 14:09:20 GMT -5
There had to be something I could do to teach these uncooperative kids how to get along, how to share, and how to stop being so bossy! Suddenly, an idea popped into my head, a rather clever idea, if I do say so myself. I sidled up to Heather, who had relinquished Indigo, and murmured, “I think I have a way to stop this nonsense, just follow my lead.” Heather nodded, watching me curiously. I headed back into the nursery and made an announcement to everyone, “Hey guys, I have an idea, why don't we all work together to build the tallest block tower ever! It's not going to be easy, but I think it'll be a lot of fun!” A chorus of excited affirmation followed this statement, and the room was a flurry of activity as everyone rounded up all the toy blocks they could find, leaving Nicky's of course; she was still happily lining up her coloured cubes in straight parallel lines. “Hey this is gonna be fun!” Shasta said to Indigo as he passed with an armful of blocks. “Yeah!” Indigo replied. “Oh, sorry guys,” I said, “Only kids who know how to share can help out; this is a big job, and we all need to know how to work together to get it done. You two can build your own tower with the blocks you've got there though.” Shasta and Indigo glared at me indignantly. “That's not fair!” Shasta said, “We wanna help too!” I shrugged, “Sorry Shas, but when you don't share and demand that everything be done your own way all the time, it's not fair to anyone else either. Tell you what, if you and Indigo can work together to build something, then I'll let you help, okay?” Shasta huffed and flattened his ears in frustration, “Fine,” he said irritably, “C'mon Indigo.” Indigo followed him, giving me a cross look as she passed. Heather came up behind me, “I hope this works,” she murmured. I nodded, “Me too.” Almost as soon as we started construction, we could hear bickering in the corner. “Shasta you're not doin' it right, that block's s'posed to go up here!” “No it's not! It looks way cooler over here, quit tellin' me what to do!” “I'm not! You're the one who's tryin' to hog the whole project!” “Am not!” “Are too!” “Am not!” Tyto, my baby Grarrl, looked up at me nervously as we laid the foundation for our tower, “Papa,” he said, “D'you think those two will ever learn to get along?” I regarded him uncertainly, “I don't honestly know,” I replied, “I certainly hope so, but it's all up to them, they're the only ones who can make it happen.” As time went on, we heard less and less arguing coming from the corner, until finally it stopped altogether. I glanced over my shoulder and saw Shasta and Indigo sitting on either side of the heap of blocks, their backs facing each other. They both wore grim, sour expressions on their faces. “Hey guys,” I called, “Why don't you try working together. When one of you wants to do something the other doesn't, you compromise; do something they want this time, and something you want next time, it'll make things a lot easier.” Shasta and Indigo glanced at each other, their expressions unchanging. Finally Shasta sighed, “Fine, I guess we can try.” He turned back to face Indigo, and started straightening out the pile of blocks. Indigo watched him uncertainly for a minute, then eventually joined in, until they had a good solid base for their tower. I watched for a moment as the two of them struggled to put aside their differences. It wasn't easy, but I knew they'd get there in time. Shasta put one block on top of another and Indigo looked at it. “No Shasta,” she said, “You're s'posed – ” She stopped and glanced at me fleetingly, “I mean, that's not where I was gonna put it, but we can leave it there if you want.” “Good,” Shasta retorted, “'Cause your way's just.... um,” he sighed, “Never mind.” I shot a glance at Heather and flashed her a smile; this was working better than I'd hoped. I turned back to the tower the kids and I were progressing on, and not long after, I felt a light tug on my shirt. “Papa, look what me an' Indigo did,” Shasta said, smiling. I turned around and looked at their tower. “Hey guys that's great! It looks awesome. You did a really nice job.” I picked Shasta up and smiled at Indigo, who was standing proudly beside their construction. “I'm proud of you two,” I said, “For a while I had my doubts that you'd be able to do it, but you sure proved me wrong!” Shasta grinned, “We sure did!” He said, “Can we help with your tower now?” I glanced back at the almost-completed structure and smiled, “You bet,” I said, “After all, this is a tower for kids who know how to share.” Shasta shot a mischievous glance at Indigo, “I know how to share better than you!” He said. “Oh yeah?” Indigo replied, grinning wickedly. “Yeah!” “Oh yeah?”
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