Trent Zellan
Aug 27th, 2003, 01:54:44 PM
Trent Zellan had just turned five. He didn't feel any older, or bigger for that matter. No, he just felt bored. Most children his age would have been thrilled to be surrounded by Jedi, but trent found them neither exciting nor special.
They were boring.
And so it was up to the little boy to conjure his own fun. Today, it was in a fountain.
"The lil' bird doesn't know that it's bein' hunted...until it's too late..."
Trent, laying down up to his neck in water and surrounded by toys, jerked up, splashing water everywhere. He wasn't concerned with the wet mess, for he had just managed to grab his rubber ducky in his teeth and was now shaking it about.
"Rrrrrrrrrr!"
Satisfied that the creature was dead, he dropped it. The toy fell into the pool, head down, and floated there. Trent stared. He'd killed everything in the fountain and now he was bored again. Sighing, he splashed half-hazardly.
"I hate bein' such a good hunter."
They were boring.
And so it was up to the little boy to conjure his own fun. Today, it was in a fountain.
"The lil' bird doesn't know that it's bein' hunted...until it's too late..."
Trent, laying down up to his neck in water and surrounded by toys, jerked up, splashing water everywhere. He wasn't concerned with the wet mess, for he had just managed to grab his rubber ducky in his teeth and was now shaking it about.
"Rrrrrrrrrr!"
Satisfied that the creature was dead, he dropped it. The toy fell into the pool, head down, and floated there. Trent stared. He'd killed everything in the fountain and now he was bored again. Sighing, he splashed half-hazardly.
"I hate bein' such a good hunter."