Between
Big O and Justin things were getting mighty interesting in the back yard, yes
sir, mighty interesting. Big O wanted to
eat Bomber and be done with her sassy self, but Justin Bubbles wasn’t a cruel
turtle. Listening to Big O expound his
mischievous ideas about Bomber’s demise, Bubbles realized he only wanted an
apology. No need for death and bloody
feathers.
“You
backin out, Bubbles? You turnin yella on
me?” Big O taunted the big turtle.
“No
one’s turning yellow Big O. I am just
saying, I have no wish to have the little bird harmed.”
“Sounds
like a cop out to me, Bubbles.”
“Indeed
not sir, but if I chose to kill every creature who’d ever shat on my shell, I
would be a hideous turtle and no one would care for my company… at all.”
“Hey,
is that a wise crack aimed at me? Say, what
do you take me for, a chump?”
“Take
it as you wish, you great bully. If you
think you can harm me, I rather wish you’d try.
You’ll find my house much stronger and tougher than those old yellow
fangs of yours. I can assure you, kitty
cat, once they are broken on my mighty shell, you’ll be gumming even the canned
food you claim to hate but eat by the case.”
“You
just better be glad I’m not in the mood to take on your dare. And… you’d better watch your back.” Big O sat on the grass and extended his long
razor sharp claws toward Justin Bubbles.
“One of these could make an ugly scar on that prissy shell of yours… or
under it.”
Justine
began to walk off into the grass, turning his shell into the wind as he was
fond of saying, and went under the statue of Mother Mary standing in the
abandoned patio garden. He was breathing
hard as he got settled in his favorite hiding place; Big O had really frightened
him this time. If was only a matter of
time before the mean cat would go too far and run one of those long talons
under Justin’s shell. That would hurt
like a big dog and Justin’s least favorite thing in the whole world was pain…
of any kind.
Amy
had been watching the full exchange between Big O and Justin Bubbles. If there was one thing Amy despised, it was
bullying of any kind. That darn cat
needed to be taught a lesson. But first
she needed Bomber to make amends with Justin and apologize for her ‘accident’
on his shell. She spied Bomber at the
rose bushes darting in and out and flew over to her.
“Hold
on there Amy, I’ll help you.” Bomber
eased Amy down onto the rim of the ancient bird bath.
“Bomber,
I need you to do me a favor.” She dipped
into the nice cool water and began an unexpected, but much enjoyed bath.
“Anything,
Boss. Amy you know I’d do anything for
you.” Bomber was still darting in and
out of the beautiful roses offering up their delicious nectar to the little
fluttering bird.
“I
need you to give Justin Bubbles your best heartfelt apology. And I want you to mean it. His shell is his prized possession and there
was no reason for you to desecrate it as you did. Come on, Bomber, you’re a better bird than
that.” Robin stood in the nice cool
water waiting for an answer.
“I
don’t want to. He pissed me off.” Bomber said without much emotion.
“Oh,
I see. I guess that’s alright then. You know sort of how the Nazi ants piss you
off and you have to get even?” Amy was
hoping this was the right button to puch.
“Hey,
come on Ame… that’s not fair. There is
no comparison between those devil ants and Justin Bubbles. Those ants are a real threat to my life.”
“So,
then let me see if I understand this… you treat a creature who irritates you
just the same as you treat creatures who threaten your very life?” Amy rubbed her chin with her wing as if deep
in thought.
“No,
of course not… I mean… he really made me mad, Amy… how upset is he?” Bomber fluttered and landed on the rim of the
birdbath next to Amy.
“I
think he’s more hurt than angry, Bomber.
You know he respects you and thinks a lot of you. You have to admit it was a nasty thing to
do.” Amy splashed water on Bomber to
make her laugh, but Bomber was in a quandary, hurting another creature was
never her intention.
“Where
is he, Amy? You are probably right… even
turtles need apologies sometimes.”
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