Ego looked out of his window it was another bright sunny day NOT!
His mood was always of mischief and chaos his ongoing mission to create mayhem where ever he went.
Rain poured down the windows and the skies and clouds to the naked eye appeared to be crying. Normally this would have been a glorious day, Ego loved the way it affected human’s moods. But for some and no apparent reason today nothing was making him grin. Did he need a holiday? Perhaps a day off! Bored, bored, and bored.
“What I need is a break he said to himself.”
When you have the pick of the whole planet nothing seems worth getting out of bed for. Little did he realise that over time his interaction with humans and the earth had caused small cracks to appear in his external hard drive or even possibly his own unique DNA. Whatever, the cause his change even so slightly made small microscopic pin prick in his armour.
The humans over time, their mannerisms which often left them to personification of innominate objects made him even question, why! they talked to themselves, knowing full well that a machine or computer need someone or something to operate it or at least enter a programme which its own memory could follow. The interesting fact and this made him laugh was when they screamed at these objects (which had no feelings or apposable thumbs to operate simple tasks.)
“Did this stop them No!”
His head hurt the last thing he remembers from last night was drinking, yet another human vice that he taken a partial liking too. He stared with Shots went on to Russian Vodka and then somehow ended up playing beer pong and he didn’t have a clue what had happened next.
Ego woke up his head was banging and he had again yet another human condition which they called a hangover, hangover, what another daft stupid name. His head felt like it was being squeezed in a vice and he still could not understand why the earth folks did it so often. Drink, that! was what he was thinking about.
All he knew was his brain hurt and his head well it depends on what shape or form he decided to show. To the naked eye he chose the shape as not to stick out Ego liked to blend in.
Where was he? Vague thoughts, some distance reminder of talking about Wellington boots and connections to Wellington and Waterloo? He also had slight, recollections of the mention of Gum Boots. What was the connection he thought?
He scanned his records and discovered he was in Wellington New Zealand. It was raining again and yet no one seemed to be bothered adults and children alike were wearing shorts and jandels (flip flops),some even did not have any shoes on at all.
“Were they poor?”
(Was he in some story book from Charles Dickens).Ideas flew through his head making it ache even worse he decided. No! they were just comfortable in what they were wearing.
In his memory somewhere he recalled a conversation of two humans talking about Not so hot and not so cold only t
wo seasons in this strange and beautiful land. He was puzzled and yet made a mental note to look up on customs and history and habits of places where he planned to cause mischief.
Everywhere was green had huge mountains and fresh air the clouds sat on top of the hills and mountains with a mist of mystery. Waiting to cry or for them to blow away or had they heard he was close and had already started to pour. Birds made strange noises and it was as if they were laughing at him. Was Ego showing human traits No!
He looked for familiar ground or sites then it stood out with the famous M and he popped in to buy a frozen slush which was perfect for hanger overs and the brain freeze turned his tongue blue. He missed the concrete jungles and the noise and smell of frustration. He found that people hated being stuck in traffic and even here perhaps there was a small chance he could cause a bit of mischief.
Was Ego becoming human? Heck no! It was all the green stuff or those large white wooly things called sheep. Something was deeply playing with his mood, so much for his day off.
In the distance Hope was smiling she knew with in time faith would creep in too! Ego would in time fall the humans he loved too cross would eventually break down his walls. The Box kept quiet and said nothing the less she said the longer the lid would stay shut.
“Mums the word!”
The Box knew this all too well, For she too had fallen prey to Egos tricks in the past to let Ego anywhere near her again , people even now they still spoke of Pandora.
This beautiful green lush country was big enough to challenge Ego its animals and wildlife made up more of the population than it humans still young and fresh with big hopes and dreams. Ego had less chance of causing damage.
The clouds sat on top of the hills and mountains and all was one with the sky. Often they cried another wet and painful year for the earth and his humans. However, just like the Grinch, Ego was having another human lesson. The Sun hid for a while behind the clouds. She liked the thought of Ego getting wet she too had her powers, slowly and without a sound she warmed the winds mood in turn the wind softened the rains speed and with her own unique ways created the rainbow.
With that Ego nursed his head and remembered the daft human fighting to walk up a hill facing rain and wind yet she kept going and to herself she sang The grand old Duke of York she startled birds who fell from their branches caused other birds to laugh and kept going and when she reached the top thanked the elements for keeping her dry. He pulled the covers over his head closed his eyes and went into a deep sound sleep. The rain came and emptied her tears the sun promised she would soon return the wind dropped and the moon shone all was at peace again just as it should.
Annielise Stone 10 /10 2017 written on my birthday another story in the Ego collection . This one is for my very good friend Normax
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