Tuesday, April 12, 2011

o1: Anita & Jasper

One upon a time, a time long ago, in a world not so different from our own, lived two children who would grow into very interesting people. There was Anita, who was very boyish, and her dearest friend Jasper, who was not.

    Jasper Antoine D’uquette was, in fact, quite effeminate for a boy of his age. He had little interest in sport, instead choosing to fill his time with the forgotten romantic languages of another world: Italian and French. Neither of these would become useful to him as they were, well, forgotten and from another world.

    His clothes were meticulous. Spotless. This of course, could not be said of his female counterpart whose boots were constantly traipsing mud, and it was quite possible she didn’t own a single dress without at least seven tears.

    That was why, while Anita scurried up their favourite tree without a care in the world, Jasper removed all but his undergarments, folded them neatly, and set them in his pack so they would not be soiled when he was to return home for dinner.

    “You could at the very least wait for me, Anita!” he called up to her as he undid the laces of his boots, careful not to pull them too quickly and wear them out.

    “And what” she shot back, swinging her bag up onto the next branch, “would I do down there?”

    “I don’t know,” he replied “talk to me? What difference does it make if we’re down here or up there?”

    Reaching her destination, Anita reached into her bag and pulled out an apple covered in chocolate and candy. She tossed her long blonde hair over her shoulders and peered down at her friend who was just now gripping the first branch.
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