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From: " +Grant. " <+Grant@grant.grant>
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Subject: +*+*+*+ The Adventures of Stevie #68 "Dog Day" +*+*+*+
Date: 15 Nov 2010 17:16:02 -0600
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The Adventures of Stevie #68
These stories were told to me by friends and other people. Some of them
are true. Some of them are only partly true. Some of them should have
been true. LOL
My first post about Stevie ("Call me Stephen!") was when he was 12 and
in summer camp and was told by another camper. This was from a time
before computers would fit on a desk and when people communicated with
friends in other countries by actual letters sent through the postal
service. When children did this those friends were called "penpals".
Carlos is Stevie's penpal in Argentina and knows English. This is a
fictional contrivance to enable Stevie to tell us his stories because
he isn't here in person. I think.
All characters are fictitious, even if some of them might have names
that belong to some actual people, or act like people we know.
Stevie's school is for gifted children who don't fit in regular schools.
The stories may not be posted in chronological order.
Stevie is 12 in this story, in year 2 of summer camp.
Special note. In story #1, which Winston wrote about some things in
year 2 of summer camp, he didn't write all he could have, and wrote
some things differently, so he wouldn't get in trouble. Stevie writes
honestly.
The Adventures of Stevie #68 "Dog Day"
Dear Carlos,
Dan is a very good swimming coach, too. I thought he would take the
opportunity to grab my monster under the water, but he didn't, which I
was glad for. There is no room for expansion in my speedos. Dan was
very professional, and I think he impressed the lifeguard who watched.
I like that. Chad, who was with us, noticed it too. With both of them
helping me, I think I can learn to be a really good swimmer. Something
strange happened when we were walking back to our cabin, which changed
things.
There was a big dog who was barking really loudly at something in the
forest. It wasn't fun for my sensitive hearing, and I was tired and not
in the mood to play with him. I told him "Be quite and lie down!" He
did. Then I stopped walking so suddenly, Chad bumped into me from
behind. I ignored that, and dropped and sat in lotus, and my tears
started chasing each other down my face. Chad went into lotus next to
me, and put his hand on my shoulder in support. Dan sat on my other
said and said "What's wrong?" Chad motioned him to be quiet. He knew
something upset me, and I would tell them about it when I was ready.
Dan got the message.
I told Chad, "Freak." He knew what it meant, so he told Dan, "We are
geniuses, with some extra special skills. You know that already. It
makes us freaks to most people. Wait, let me finish. That isn't enough
for our school to choose us. We each can do some special things which
most people think are impossible. I think Stevie just discovered
something new he can do, which he thinks is so freaky, it will be
freaky to ME, who is a freak like him. He doesn't like people to think
he is a freak. It really hurts him something terrible if somebody he
loves thinks that way about him. I think that's why he wouldn't let us
see what he showed to the director to convince him to help us. Dan, he
needs us to love him. ALL who he is. Now." They did. I could feel it.
I looked thanks at them. I said "Here is what happened. I told that
dog to be quiet and lie down, and he did that right away." Dan said
"But we didn't hear you." Chad poked him. I said "I know. That's the
freaky part. I was so tired, I forgot to say it out loud, but he didn't
just hear me, he obeyed me right way. I'm really afraid about what it
might mean." Chad said "We should experiment. Tell the dog to stand up
the same way you did it before." I did, and the dog stood up. Chad
said, "Now tell one of us the same way, to do something, but don't let
us know who it is." I did, and nothing happened. I told them that. Dan
said "Oh my God, I see what made you cry. What a terrible power you
thought you might have." And he hugged me tight. They understand so
well. I can't help loving them. There was still one big experiment to
do. I took off my wristband with the stone in it, and put it on the
ground behind me. I rubbed my wrist like it was itchy, so they wouldn't
suspect my reason for doing it. I silently told the dog to do something
again. Nothing happened. The stone was helping me. That's good to know.
I put it back on.
I said to Dan "Your people use dogs to guard and hunt." Chad said "We
should tell your father, so he can add what you can do to his
planning." Dan said "Yes!" I said "I agree, but can we just sit here a
while?" We did. We played with the dog, who was unusually well behaved.
I tested how far he could hear my silent voice, and how far I could
reach other animals, and how many I could make do things at once. I
think they guessed what I was doing, but they didn't say. Did I say I
love them? I called father and told him, this time in private. He
thanked me for the information. I think this new ability was one of the
things Shan said I would discover in time. Well, if I ever have a pet,
I can make sure it's going to be nice to people.
I was still sad about being more of a freak. The other boys in the
cabin could tell I was sad, and did their best to cheer me up. And up.
I love them, they care so much. They did a real good job. I have to try
not to be sad, or I won't have any skin left on my monster. Not really,
but you know what I mean. We put 2 beds together, so I could sleep
between Dan and Chad. Naked. On top of the covers. Just hugging. Before
the lights went out, the other boys could see us, and liked it, and
copied us. Who needs a blanket, when you have such warm loving friends?
A warm night helps, too. My tears of happiness made the pillow wet. It
didn't mind.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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