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Post by Panchito on May 4, 2009 18:32:05 GMT -5
<<Are there any characters on the board who are mothers? Or who want to talk about their mothers?>>
Panchito sat at a table with the Mother's day card he'd just bought. The rooster was laboriously filling in every available space with a message for his mama. En Espanol, of course; she couldn't read English.
It was slow going, but he kept at it, writing a rambling account of the things he'd been doing in the park, paying no attention to people passing by.
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Post by Bambi on May 4, 2009 21:04:48 GMT -5
(Hope you don't mind if I joined; Bambi could use some comfort in coping with the loss of his mother Bambi was naturally exploring the resort and happened to come across Panchito at a table and see him writing something down. Taking a closer look, he peeked over to see the Mother's Day card and wanted to know what it was all about, since he himself couldn't read. "What'cha doin'?" he asked curiously, looking up at the rooster with his wide brown eyes.
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Post by Panchito on May 4, 2009 21:52:53 GMT -5
<<Don't mind at all. Thanks for posting. I'm not sure how comforting Panchito will be, though.>>
Looking up into a pair of huge brown eyes, Panchito laid aside his pen at the interruption.
"Hola, little one. I am writing to my mama. It is almost the Mother's Day holiday, and she is muy lejos...very far away. So I send her this card."
Panchito stared at the card for a few seconds, trying to return to his train of thought, but it was no use. Might as well talk to el pequeño ciervo for a while.
"And what is your name, eh?"
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Post by Bambi on May 6, 2009 19:47:02 GMT -5
"Mine's Bambi," the darling little fawn said politely with a light grin and with a wag of his tail. "Hola, little one. I am writing to my mama. It is almost the Mother's Day holiday, and she is muy lejos...very far away. So I send her this card." "Aw, that sounds pretty neat," he said. "I know how you feel. My mother...well...she's gone and...never coming back." The depressed fawn then looked away and drooped his head down, looking at the ground and sighing. Poor Bambi. So young to be without a mother to love and care for even more. It was a terrible thing to happen to him early in his young life. "I've learned to deal with it, though," he remarked, raising his head to look at Panchito, "but, still, it hurts when I think about it."
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Post by Panchito on May 7, 2009 19:23:31 GMT -5
"Ah, that is muy triste...a sad story."
He meant it sincerely; growing up, Panchito had known many niños pequeños who lost their parents. "Life is difícil sometimes, no?"
But, hey, you couldn't get stuck in the rough places. When life got tough, the rooster always shrugged it off and moved on. His was an uncomplicated outlook.
"So, without your mama, you are living on your own?"
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Post by Bambi on May 8, 2009 10:33:35 GMT -5
"No, I have my dad," replied Bambi. "He lets me roam the parks by myself. I guess he thinks I'm old enough to do things more on my own now. I do miss my mother, though. There have been times when I felt very alone without her."
It was then that he remembered something that really stood out to him regarding his mother. "Oh! But one night, I saw her in a dream I had, and she told me that she would always be with me, even if I can't see her, so I guess that has helped feel a little better."
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Post by Panchito on May 8, 2009 21:14:49 GMT -5
"Bueno. Say, maybe you could write a card to your mama anyway. To tell her the things you would say if she was here."
Panchito was more a man of action than a deep thinker. But, all things considered, it wasn't a bad idea.
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Post by Bambi on May 10, 2009 21:21:52 GMT -5
The little fawn put some thought into what Panchito had suggested and said, brightening up a little bit more, "Hey, yeah! That's not a bad idea at all!" Then he said, realizing a possible drawback to the idea, "Except...I don't know how to write." And he was right, for all he had were cloven hooves and no hands to write with.
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Post by Panchito on May 11, 2009 19:40:37 GMT -5
"As, that is un problema..." Panchito considered it a moment more. "Quizás you can tell me what to write and I can write it for you."
Now, Panchito was no scholar. Although by no means stupid, he was vastly under-educated and had enough trouble writing his own letters.
But, he didn't like sad faces much and wanted to help Bambi out if he could.
"Do you want to pick out a card from la tienda?"
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Post by Bambi on May 15, 2009 18:16:28 GMT -5
"Sure!" Bambi said with a smile. "What have you got?"
While he browsed through the covers of the Mother's Day cards that were on the table, he wondered what he would want to say in the card Panchito would write for him. Some phrases that were full of passion were running through his head, including "May you shine in my heart" and "I shall think of you forever always."
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Post by Panchito on May 15, 2009 20:41:23 GMT -5
"How about this one, yes?" It had a picture of a meadow with wildflowers and seemed to Panchito to be something a deer would like.
"If you like it, we will pay the man who sells the cards."
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Post by Bambi on May 16, 2009 7:45:46 GMT -5
Bambi took a look at the card Panchito showed him and noticed that it very much reminded him of the very dream he once had in his encounter with his long-lost mother. "Yes, that's it! Get that one."
Now he knew what he wanted to say in the card, and he was eager to tell Panchito about it once he starts writing the message for him.
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Post by Panchito on May 16, 2009 12:16:59 GMT -5
Panchito rarely had much money, but he was always generous with whatever he had. In fact, it was usually gone as fast as he got it.
He paid for the card and sat back down at his table, pushing aside his own not-yet-finished card.
"Hokay, now you have the card. And you can use mi lápiz...my pencil."
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Post by Bambi on May 19, 2009 19:34:16 GMT -5
Bambi didn't quite understand about Panchito offering him his pencil. It wouldn't seem possible for the fawn to, say, insert it between his cloven hooves and attempt to write anything legible on the card. Sensing a bit of shame, he said, "Erm...I don't know how to write, either. I do know what I want to say for my mother, though."
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Post by Panchito on May 19, 2009 20:36:07 GMT -5
"Oh, yes, I should have been thinking of that." He slapped his own forehed before continuing. "I will write it for you, amigo."
Hopping back onto his chair, Panchito picked up the pencil and prepared to write.
Too bad he had to write it en Inglés; Spanish was so much easier. Maybe there wouldn't be any hard words to spell.
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