Spleck: Creyonah #30

"It's too late to berate myself for drawing himns as big as I di though. All I can do is hope that despite his savage look, he isn't."

Those are some teeth aren't they? That would be a scary bird to face, even if it was normally sized like it would have been if the pencil hadn't drawn him so large.

But as he admitted, it was a little late to berate himself for doing that.

Especially if the bird is as fierce as it looks because teeth or not, he could snap the foolish pencil half.

Now while the pencil would survive if he was cut in the lower third, he'd be much shorter and the recovery process would be long and painful because the wood for a new body is rare as it is only grown in the high hills of the coldest regions of Spleck that are considerably colder than the regions were before Spelck was Spleck

And the poor pencil was a little short on friends who could go climb the high mountains where the necessary wood is.

So he would have to hire someone and money was tight these days and the poor pencil would have to go into debt, again and he was reluctant to do that.

But that would only happen if he was cruelly cut down in the not so prime of his life because the poor pencil had seen better days.

He's also seen days that weren't so good too and on the whole, these were better days than those worst of days.

Of course, he'd only have to worry if and his life had ceased being full of such ifs.

The odds then were good  that he would live uneventfully for the rest of his days, as to look at him he was not a special pencil and there were plenty special pencils in the world a it was. 

This was something he'd long since known and refused to accept as his limitation.

But there came a day in each pencil's life where reality finally showed up and they had to either be on their way to something more or had to admit that they never would.

And he was almost at that time.

Pencils lived shorter lives than humans and had to live under different rules.

This was a hard and fast rule and at most, he had a year, maybe two if he was exceptionally clever and did one thing that he hadn't done in the seemingtude of forever.

Though that was not a thing that he wanted to do, this was his last chance at success and he was ready to do that one thing.

But that was a story for another time.

And my time here, has come to an end.

Be well with your most magic of magic and special of specials, if at all possible and my the coming year be one opf the best.

Or the best if that's what you can make to be. 


Charles Petrie

Date
12-04-19

Time
18:12-20:18=128 Minutes

Word Count

502