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From: " +Grant. " <+Grant@grant.grant>
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Subject: +*+*+*+ The Adventures of Stevie #131 "Bone and Mac Together" +*+*+*+
Date: 11 Apr 2011 17:08:02 -0500
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The Adventures of Stevie #131
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 13 in this story, at year 3 of summer camp.
The Adventures of Stevie #131 "Bone and Mac Together"
Dear Carlos,
I decided to do something different for Bone and Mac. I asked Mr.
Insane if I could have a kitchen spatula, which was made of stainless
steel, for a craft project. I would be cutting it up. There was a
little maintenance shop at the camp. I went there to cut some oval
shapes from the flat blade, about an inch and a half long, and drilled
holes in them near one end. I ground and filed the edges smooth, and
then brought them to the arts and crafts room. Mac and Bone were
already waiting there, with Chad.
I told them, "I'm going to make something for you, which you can use
to communicate with each other. I've made things for this before, but
never like this. These are going to be very special, and just for you."
They were very interested. So was Chad. I cut a shallow outline of the
metal ovals in a wooden board, and cut out a little of the wood inside
the outline, so I could rest an oval in the board so it wouldn't move
while I used a sharp hardened metal scribe to scratch a portrait in it.
Then I drew Bone, and charmed it with his personality, and put
restrictions on it so it would only work for mindtalk. It took a while,
because the metal was hard, and one little mistake would mean it was
ruined. It took 15 minutes, and I put a little ring in the hole on top,
so it could be hung from a chain as a pendant. Then I made one of Mac.
I said "I don't know how long these will last. I think at least a
year, and probably more." I told them how to use them. Then I said,
"Please be polite with them. Don't contact your friend if it bothers
him, and break the contact when you are asked to. Don't try to do
anything more than mindtalk with them. If you do, it won't work, and
what you try might backfire on you. Don't use them too much, or it
might cause some mental disturbances. These kinds if things I make can
work for anybody, even if they don't have any psychic talent, but I
don't know anybody else who is alive now who can make them. It takes a
strange combination of skills and talents to do it. If you lose them,
or they stop working, I might be able to make you a new one, but only
if you are with me when I do it. Do NOT trust anybody else to make one
for you. I have seen very bad things happen then, which would make you
very sick just to think about." They practiced using them on each
other, and were amazed how easy it was to use them, and how well they
worked.
They thanked me a lot, with hugs and kisses, and monster grabs. Then
Bone asked me, "You said other people made bad things happen with them?
Like what?" I said "Not with them, but with things like them, and I
don't want to think about that." I started crying, remembering how bad
it was for Tomba. Chad got angry, and said, "You know how brave and
strong he is. Look at him. You do NOT want to have the memories he
has." Mac poked Bone pretty hard. They both apologized to me very much.
They all held me, and gave me love. I whispered, "Rod's father almost
died from being attacked by somebody who could do some of the things I
can do. Some people were made to do bad things they didn't want to do.
Some people were held captive and tortured. Some people were murdered."
Mac said "You can do those things?" Chad almost hit him. Instead he
grabbed him hard and shook him, and said, "Don't you EVER say that
again! It's true he could do all that if he wanted to, but he can't
want to. It's not the kind of man he is. You should know that. He
almost died fighting that man who attacked Rod's father, and will face
death as often as he has to, to fight and defeat people like that.
THAT'S the kind of man Stephen is, and don't you ever forget it." Mac
pleaded with Chad, "I didn't mean it that way, honest!" Chad said "I'm
sorry I got a little rough. He's been through a lot. Don't make him sad
he helped you. I hate for him to be sad." Mac said "I understand. I
don't want him to be said, either. EVER." We all hugged and kissed each
other, for a long while.
I said "Lets go outside and play with the dogs." They knew why, and
thought it was a great idea. Who can be sad while playing with dogs? We
went to the usual area where I played with the dogs, and they crowded
around me. I said "Hi my 4 footed friends. Would you like to to have
some fun?" They all got very excited, and more dogs came running when
they heard that. We did the same things as the other shows. They knew
what to do, and didn't have to be told. This time, instead of regular
obstacles, I used Mac and Bone in place of some of them. They jumped
over Mac, and leaped through Bone's arms. Then other campers came and
wanted to be obstacles too, so I put them in the game. Everybody had a
lot of fun. When it was over, the audience came and petted the dogs,
and told them how good they were. It was going to be the last show I
would direct as a camper, but they didn't know it.
After the dog show, Debbie and Wanda hugged and kissed me, right in
front of everybody. I got red with embarrassment. Chad grinned his face
almost in half. Rod, trying to be the serious CIT, said, "Stephen! Two
girls at once? And in public? What will they think!" I said, "Ladies,
please excuse me for a minute." I bowed to them, and then ran at Rod
with my hands out, looking like I was going to claw him to pieces. He
screeched and turned to run, but tripped over a dog. He got up in time
to escape me, and then I had to jump over some dogs who were in the
way. I finally caught up with him, and tackled him. We rolled around on
the grass, wrestling and tickling each other. Some campers laughed.
Some cheered. Some dogs tried to lick our faces. Then Tommy said,
"Alright, break it up. Unless you want to wrestle with ME!" Rod and I
stood up, and I said, "Oh, can we?" And I hugged him, and so did Rod.
We went to lunch that way.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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