Medal The Manipulative Hedgehog
/Different ways of telling a story is highlighted in this legendary style submission 'Medal The Manipulative Hedgehog'
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Finished with putting down new shavings, translating the exercise to changing the zebra’s stall bed sheets, Poppa headed back perky, approaching the cottage, “I left the door open; you can go in and out whenever you want,” the aristocrat owner of Borderline Farms notified the black and white four-legged animal, chomping on the grass in the field.
Seeing the young boy throw a newspaper, acting in the same way an outfielder would unleash a ball, towards the catcher, Poppa applauded the effort. “Good morning to you, nice arm you bear,” he hollered, watching the youngster pedal a bicycle, departing the property, having his next agenda item ready.
Slowly climbing the wooded steps Poppa picked up the periodical proceeding into the humble mansion called home.
“Poppa how do you want your eggs?”
Taking a moment, reflecting that the same food can be served in three different ways he opened the daily reading material, “scrambled,” a final decision rendered alerting Momma.
Shells cracked sending yolk, future destination frying in the pan, Poppa turned the page noticing an article written by Noah Pelly. “Wow, Momma,” Poppa expressed, “our friend, Noah Pelly concocted a fable style story from the other side.”
“Really?”
“This morning, he says, Medal the Manipulative Hedgehog, stands guard at the border, sending a fearful statuesque stoic message sharpening his spines, stretching out a piercing defense threatening any enemy who gets close.”
“Which side does this manipulative hedgehog patrol?”
“He doesn’t, note, but there is a balloon popping issue being discussed at the local school’s athletic field making the kids scream, ‘you prick’,” Poppa stated accepting the prepared breakfast arrival.
After the hearty meal, Poppa returned to the fields, actually accomplishing something, during the day. High noon hour struck sounding nature’s alarm clock inside Poppa’s stomach, making him kitchen bound.
“What are we doing for lunch?” Momma requested.
“Well, first I want to stick the radio on and listen to the headlines, then,” Poppa paused, “a simple sandwich.”
“I have chicken salad, chicken cutlet, or a fantasy chicken dish,”
“Do you think the chicken fantasy is a real chicken or leftover turkey?”
“Honestly I am not sure,” Momma answered.
Closing his eyes, Poppa could hear Noah Pelly’s voice spin a tale describing Medal the Manipulative Hedgehog using colorful language painting the picture in the listener’s mind. Quickly waking from a midday nap, Poppa noticed, chicken fantasy entrée teasing his plate wanting the afternoon delight treatment, “what is this?”
“I took the breaded cutlet, flooded it with Mayonnaise and ketchup,”
“I tell yah, Momma,” Poppa changed the subject, “that Noah Pelly knows how to scare his audience, with the Medal the Manipulative Hedgehog character, I mean.”
Nightfall’s reality darkened everything, leaving Poppa fatigue after finishing all the barn tasks needing completion. Paulie sat at the table, prepared holding both knife and fork, ready for slaughter.
“What are we going to have tonight?” Poppa bellowed.
“Chicken and eggs,” Momma replied.
“Why not steak and eggs?” Poppa wondered.
“Chicken was in the fridge,” Momma reported, “make sure you turn the news on,” she suggested, monitoring Poppa fiddling with the television knobs.
When the visual square’s electrical projection took shape, Noah Pelly held the microphone, acting, producing a serious scene hopefully enjoyed by advertisers having commercials running during the break. “Look Momma,” Poppa exclaimed, “Its Medal the Manipulative Hedgehog.”
“What is that?” Momma quizzically turned her head.
“My teacher said Medal is a bronze statue and can fire laser beams impacting sworn rivals,” Paulie added, “just like any legend, a manipulative hedgehog will lure you into reading about his or hers dreamy protective figure whose physical appearance is created in one’s mind by listening to an audio description, and once Medal has your full undivided attention the hedgehog shows his true form, one needle point at a time.”
“Very manipulative,” Momma concluded.
“A creative, entertaining fellow,” Poppa agreed, “I have to admit.”
By Marc OBrien
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