Dedicated to my daughter, who is just about as silly as they come.
"I heard he left the city just yesterday," Scotty said.
"Yes, sir. I had never seen such happiness in a soul. To get out of this rat race here. Being used and abused. Sometimes he would just fall to the bottom of the heap. Pulled to the top again. His abilities recycled and reused repeatedly. It gets a bit tiring, if you know what I mean."
"Aye. I do, Finneas. But do you think he'll stay gone. Lots of times, we think we know what we want in life. When we get there, we discover that we just took things for granted and make a hasty retreat from where we came."
Finneas stared at his long-time friend for a beat before shaking his head. "No, I think our pal, McD is gone for good."
"Aye?" Scotty replied hesitantly. "Well, if you say so. Tell me again, how did you meet?"
"We met on the shelf when we were first unpacked. How long ago was it now? Two months? Yes. That's about right. Two months ago we arrived at the store. I remember the fear racing through my body. I was shoved against my brother and one of my other brothers..."
"How many d'ja have?" Scotty interrupted.
"How many is in a gross? 144? So, 143?"
"Aww. That's quite a number for your dear ol' mum."
"You know better than that. We were cloned. Look at you and your lot. How many of your spindley kind come in a bag?
"Hey now! No need for that kind of language. I'm just saying."
"I know. I'm sorry. You know I've always been a bit touchy about not having no parents."
"I'm sorry too, Finneas. Truely, I am. So, you were saying about you and your brothers?"
Finneas smiled and nodded at his friend. They had been through a lot together and their old, wise age and shared experiences helped them forget any social faux paus that occurred between
(01.11.08 @1246a)
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