the Purpose and the Porpoise - Part 5 (Final)
ONE WEEK LATER
Stewarth sat at the kitchen table, staring off into space and listing to the television in the next room.
"The near-tragic events of eight days ago are still shrouded in mystery. We still do not know why over two thirds of the world's dolphin population was captured in a matter of hours, nor do we know the name of the mysterious organization that swooped in at the last moment to save the clever species."
Muttering under his breath, he slowly got up and moved towards the television.
"Reports have come in of creatures dressed in dark navy blue suddenly materializing and releasing the giant nets, then dissappearing as quickly as they had come. Many believe that this group of highly organized creatures are also related to last year's Flan Island disast-"
As he clicked the TV off, a dolphin sitting in a nearby chair lowered his newspaper.
"Still adjusting, are we?"
Look, Baul , I-"
"I hope, Stewarth, that one day soon, you'll be able to call me father."
Stewarth glared at him, then left the room. Hate is like the smell of formaldihyde, it takes tomato juice to expunge. Unfortunately, Stewarth hated tomato juice.
Out on the front porch, sulking, a small familiar voice suddenly intruded upon him.
"Was the ability to fly useful?" asked Florae.
"In a way, but I wasn't able to accomplish my goal. Now I'm not even sure if I want to continue with the same goal. My whole life recently has been about one thing: hating dolphins. Now I find out that I've only been hating half of myself. I don't know what to be anymore."
"Have you ever worked on any electrical systems?" said the guardian squirrel.
The guardian squirrel, in her almost infinate sagacity, knew exactly what Stewarth needed: time to find himself.
"No."
"Then come with me. We're going on a little journey. You're gonna love Mongolia."
posted by Briam at 1:14 AM
3 Comments:
Isn't Mongolia land-locked?
This: "Hate is like the smell of formaldihyde, it takes tomato juice to expunge. Unfortunately, Stewarth hated tomato juice." Made me laugh out loud.
Wait... I just noticed the "Final" ...Dude! You can't leave us hanging like that!
Well let me just say that there are elements of this story that will come up in the following. What was the mysterious organization that Baul belongs to? Is it related to the dark-blue-dressed dolphin saviors? Will Florae find an aprentice in Stewarth on their journey? Just who is this Florae person, really? How did Stewarth's parents manage to conceive a child, or was it a miracle?
One of these questions will be answered next week in my next story, "The Guardian." Stay tuned!
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