Hello, my little Panda Bears!
O, how Difficult life at the Directorate has been this Week. I told you on Monday how the escape of the Anaconda of Adverbs threw everything into Turmoil. We did, at length, recapture the Beast and return him to the Beastmaster. At that Point, we turned our Attention toward Disciplining the Beastmaster.
I gave him the Sternest of Lectures, as you may Imagine. He nodded his Beastly Head at my Words, as if in Agreement; when I asked if he Understood and Repented, he said only “Yes Ma’am.” He was the very Picture of Abject Subservience: yet my Blood ran Cold, because I knew from the Reptilian Gleam in his Eye that his Words masked his Thoughts. Rebellion brews in his Soul.
Today’s Exercise
Thus, my little Velociraptors, I bring you today’s Exercise. For most Human Discourse is not Direct. Humans are prone to Lie, Divert, Meander, Stutter, Repeat Themselves, and other Foolishness. Why, it is a Wonder any Human ever understands the Words of another.
Write a brief Scene in which two Characters argue; but let not their Words reflect the Truth of their Thoughts. You may rewrite the Conversation below, or craft your Own.
“You shouldn’t have done that!” she cried.
“I didn’t do that!” he replied.
“Yes, you did!” she sighed. “And I am very mad!”
“O Dearest! I’m sorry! You’re right!”
Good luck, brave Agents! I shall sleep with my door Barred tonight, lest the Beastmaster’s rebellion reach Fruition; for his sweet Words did not fool me.
Charlotte was scribbling too hard with the crayon. The picture was going to be ugly. She frowned at it. When her sister’s voice broke her concentration, she started and looked up
“Daddy’s going to be mad about his guitar.” Marlene had her bossy face on, with her arms crossed and one hip stuck out.
“What are you talking about?” Charlotte looked back down and picked up a new crayon. Marlene couldn’t make her look at her.
“Don’t even. I’m going to tell on you.”
The idea of having her pants down and her stomach over Daddy’s lap was enough to make Charlotte forget. She looked up. “You think you’re so perfect, just because you’re older.”
“I’m not going to get spanked for what you did.”
“You don’t even care!” He would probably use the wooden spoon, too. Charlotte felt the heat of tears in her eyes and tried to knuckle them away before Marlene saw.
“You shouldn’t do bad stuff!” Now Marlene was yelling, and Charlotte couldn’t cram the tears down anymore. They spilled down over her cheeks and snot started running from her nose.
“I just played with it a little. I didn’t know the string would break.”
Marlene sighed and put an arm around Charlotte’s shoulders. “Come on, dunderhead. Maybe we can fix it before he gets home.”
Bravo, Agent Eva!