Foster and Ellie wer bickering- again. In all his years as their friend, Judd had seen these two go through every hobby imaginable, it seemed, to every degree of devotion, too. But he had not been through this phase yet, and they seemed to feel very strongly that this hobby was more important than anything- more important than the headache it caused Judd.
He had to admit, though, it was excellent material. The two were insane, he was sure about it, because this argument was over, of all things, a tater tot.
"You asked me very aggressively for it."
"That's because there were none left, Foster! I always feed you! I just wanted one!"
"Well, I wanted it! You shouldn't have been late for dinner!"
He climbed the final stairs of the owlery tower and pushed open the door. The raised voices of his friends quieted, but not in time to prevent half of the owls to hoot in protest and fly out of the windows. Judd turned around, his friends plowing into him and stopping. "Can you two calm down for a second so I can send a letter?" he proposed peacefully.
Ellie sighed. "You're right."
"I am?" Foster responded quickly. "Thank you, Ellie."
"You prat!"
Judd turned and coaxed an owl down while his friends bickered in hissy little voices behind him. He tied the letter to parents to the owl and sent the letter off.
by Judd Lewis Sat Feb 11, 2012 11:58 pm