Tarrance: (Herbie's Democratically elected moron father, after seeing this, eyes globbed with tears) oh my...sigh* I'm so sorry to hear that! *sniff* If only Herbie wasn't the last of her kind I would had let her played with you! *sniffs heavily*
Herbie: daaad! for the last time, I'm not the last of my kind!
*Sarina, four years old, waddles into the eleven year old Margo's room. Margo, sleeping after a long night of practice hunting with Sigmund, turns over in her sleep as the door opens. Sarina advances on the bed, and pokes Margo in the shoulder*
Sarina: Margy? Margy? Margy?
*She shakes the still sleeping Margo*
Sarina: Margy, wake up.
*She takes a deep breath, then proceeds to break every glass and mirror in the room with her voice. Margo jerks out of bed and lands on the floor, hard. The Bird Princess rises, heavily, and glares at the now placid Sarina*
Margo: WHAT IS IT YOU LITTLE ROACH!?!?
*Sarina takes a lick of her ice cream cone. She waves to Margo*
Margo: I'M GOING TO EAT YOU, YOU WORM!!
*Margo chases her sister around the house, frantically. For reasons apparent to only Sarina, the little girl strips and runs nude through the house. Her clothes hit Margo in the face, who throws them to the ground quickly*
Margo: GROSS! WHY ARE YOU SO WEIRD!!
((... this was life in my house, years 4 through 13.))
((Fun, maybe? Exciting, perhaps? A powder keg ready to blow? Most definitely.))
((11 years old Margo))
*She looks curiously at the strange orange boy, playing with a doll. She had only played with dolls until she learned how to hunt properly and play with her meals. She looks up to her Father*
Margo: Daddy, whose that boy? What is he?
*Nicholas looks down at his child, charitably*
Nicholas: That is the young Prince of the Gourd Kingdom. I am friends with his dad. Go on, talk to him. Maybe you might make good friends~
Margo: Oh, okay. What are gourds?
Nicholas: They are a type of vegetable. The Prince, whose name is Gordie, is a pumpkin person specifically.
*She looks back at the boy*
Margo: I hate vegetables. They're all yucky. I like frogs; they go down easy.
Nicholas: Now now, everyone's different. Don't be rude. We don't want to have another incident like we did with that Frog Prince last weekend.
Margo: Okay, Daddy. But I still say he tasted great.
Nicholas: ... yes dear. He most certainly did. Now run along, and try not to eat anyone
*She waddles over the Young Prince*
Margo: Hi, my name's Margo. What yah doing?
((Young Margo had even less control over her bird urges than she does now. Now, she at least doesn't like the fact that she may want to eat anyone and never does. Then, she doesn't know its wrong to eat people and will try it if they fit into her diet. Foruntately, she spat out the Frog Prince just in time; he was too big for her anyway. ))