Quest for the Object

Hey, y'all. I've been very busy lately, getting ready for NaNo, playing WoW, and of course my 20 units of school. It's a little stressful, but so far I'm managing it. Parts of school I even enjoy, like a recent observation assignment. I was told to observe someone for about ten minutes. That person couldn't be aware that I was observing them. Then I had to write a short little paper about that.

It took me awhile to choose who to observe, but eventually I chose my nephew, who is the cutest baby of them all. The end result was pretty good, I think. At least, the students who read it in class liked it and the teacher now wants a copy to keep as an example. And since strangers like it, I decided to post it here for people I know to read. I hope you enjoy it!

Quest for the Object

He progressed slowly, each movement coming in a quick jerk. His body was low to the ground, a fistful of course strands of carpet filling his small hand every time he moved. Left hand and right leg forward. Then right hand and left leg. Snap one set forward and then the other, one after the other.

Suddenly he needed a break. This was a safe spot along the path and he rocked backwards, coming to a sitting position in another unsteady, teetering movement that was much like his crawling. His dark eyes swept the room, taking in the one side he had left behind, and then focusing on where he still needed to go. His goal was somewhere that way, towards the bright light. He stared, trying to lock the goal back in his sight. Where was it? He could not move until he saw it.

There! His mouth dropped into a wide grin. A high pitched squeal ricocheted through the room and he shut his mouth, listening. Then, realizing that the strange squeal had come from his own mouth, he squealed again. It was small war cry, spurring him ahead as he once again tilted forward and wobbled ahead, hand and leg, hand and leg.

The goal wasn’t far away now, but he sensed movement to the side. Long shadows spread across his prize, darkening the path. He paused only for a moment to look at this threat. His head had to tilt up and up, twisting to the side at an awkward angle. There was a giant standing there, coming towards him and his prize.

It was a giant he had seen before and it didn’t worry him. He let loose another high pitched war cry, grinning at the giant and taunting it. As it often did, the sound made the giant pause and smile back. The giant’s smile made him giggle, filled as it was by so many sharp white things, so different from his own smooth gums which contained only two tiny teeth on the bottom lip.

He giggled at the giant’s foolishness and launched himself forward, now crawling faster than ever. The object was now just a foot away. An inch! In his hand!

Both of his hands swooped down around the object, determination paying off. He leaned back to sit once again and marveled at the object’s bright colors, the many runes and pictures painted on its smooth surface. And then, in one swift, abrupt movement he brought it to his mouth, soft gums crashing against the cube’s edges.

The giant was now beside him. She bent down, sweeping both him and the object up high into the air. Still, he wasn’t worried. He had his object.

“Little love,” the giant said, her head leaning close to him, her voice soft. “What do you have there?”

He merely smiled, mouth widening around the object he still chewed. She knew what he had. She knew it was his object now. He had won.