several
directions.
“Are they dangerous?” asked Sarah.
“They can be to small creatures.” Answered
Tasha. “They catch them.”
“Let all the balloons go!” Ordered Sarah.
Slowly and reluctantly, the children did so while Bea and Yogabala
succeeded in freeing a few more.
“Now, everyone gather around me and we’re
going.”
“But some of them are still caught and
they’ll die!” Yogabala said.
“I’ll come back and free them. I’m bigger
than you.” Sarah said as the huge balloons loomed up.
The children were getting frightened and
made no more protest as Sarah led them away and into a building
where they were safe. As promised, she then went back and managed
to free the remaining balloons. The huge balloons came near but
didn’t interfere with her. Sarah reasoned she could crawl under the
bushes if they tried to catch her. The smallest one was about the
size of a large van so it appeared possible it could get her but
not if she wedged herself under a bush.
Sarah ended up with five balloons that had
no tendrils including the tiny gold one. She tucked them inside her
blouse and headed back to the children.
Every small child had one each and spent a
fascinated evening finding things to feed them. The adults too were
fascinated by the balloons. All the adults though were wondering
why the People who had invited them had not made an appearance.
They discussed what to do, not knowing the protocol here but there
was no agreement.
Mathew might be their self designated leader
but they found him to be arrogant and rude. He wouldn’t listen to
the opinions of others and he and Sarah were at loggerheads. Their
second night on Torroxell ended with, mostly, happy children and
grizzly adults. The children were busily recounting where they had
been and what they had done.
Donny had gone back to Helkmid and spent
some of the day helping clean out some of the Machines as People
came and went for treatment. He also managed to persuade Li, Stella
and Mahmoud to go up to be tested. As Donny had predicted, all were
fascinated by the Machines and agreed to participate in return for
being able to ask questions. Testing completed, they soon left but
Donny remained.
Donny had mostly been raised by his
grandfather. A quiet, sensitive, thoughtful child, his parents were
often frustrated with his nature and unable to understand him.
Donny’s grandfather did; Donny was just like his grandmother. His
grandfather adored him. By the time Donny was born, his grandmother
had been dead a year. Donny’s grandfather was lost without her.
Donny’s parents didn’t know how to raise an unplanned child. The
solution was obvious. Donny’s grandfather did more of his raising
than his parents, from a week old. The old man loved him
unconditionally. Unlike his parents, his grandfather understood his
emerging nature. Donny would go to his grandfather’s after school
every day and stay there until picked up by his parents. But his
grandfather had died recently and Donny felt lost without him.
On board the ship, Donny had quickly formed
a friendship with Alan. The two were both interested in Mah Jong
and played frequently. On board, several people, and many of the
Asians, had bought the electronic versions of Mah Jong and started
playing. Some of the Europeans thought they would join in with the
Asians but were totally outclassed so started the Juniors Mah Jong
Club instead. Alan and Donny had joined. Alan loved card games too
and found that Donny knew most of them and would happily and
competently play by the hour, having been well taught by his
grandfather. It filled the otherwise boring hours on the ship for
those who were ill equipped to cope with long hours of leisure like
Donny’s parents whose life was their jobs.
But today Donny found that Alan was busy
talking to the other adults. He looked around for the kids and
couldn’t find them so he went back to Helkmid, arriving in time to
clean out another Machine; the least
directions.
“Are they dangerous?” asked Sarah.
“They can be to small creatures.” Answered
Tasha. “They catch them.”
“Let all the balloons go!” Ordered Sarah.
Slowly and reluctantly, the children did so while Bea and Yogabala
succeeded in freeing a few more.
“Now, everyone gather around me and we’re
going.”
“But some of them are still caught and
they’ll die!” Yogabala said.
“I’ll come back and free them. I’m bigger
than you.” Sarah said as the huge balloons loomed up.
The children were getting frightened and
made no more protest as Sarah led them away and into a building
where they were safe. As promised, she then went back and managed
to free the remaining balloons. The huge balloons came near but
didn’t interfere with her. Sarah reasoned she could crawl under the
bushes if they tried to catch her. The smallest one was about the
size of a large van so it appeared possible it could get her but
not if she wedged herself under a bush.
Sarah ended up with five balloons that had
no tendrils including the tiny gold one. She tucked them inside her
blouse and headed back to the children.
Every small child had one each and spent a
fascinated evening finding things to feed them. The adults too were
fascinated by the balloons. All the adults though were wondering
why the People who had invited them had not made an appearance.
They discussed what to do, not knowing the protocol here but there
was no agreement.
Mathew might be their self designated leader
but they found him to be arrogant and rude. He wouldn’t listen to
the opinions of others and he and Sarah were at loggerheads. Their
second night on Torroxell ended with, mostly, happy children and
grizzly adults. The children were busily recounting where they had
been and what they had done.
Donny had gone back to Helkmid and spent
some of the day helping clean out some of the Machines as People
came and went for treatment. He also managed to persuade Li, Stella
and Mahmoud to go up to be tested. As Donny had predicted, all were
fascinated by the Machines and agreed to participate in return for
being able to ask questions. Testing completed, they soon left but
Donny remained.
Donny had mostly been raised by his
grandfather. A quiet, sensitive, thoughtful child, his parents were
often frustrated with his nature and unable to understand him.
Donny’s grandfather did; Donny was just like his grandmother. His
grandfather adored him. By the time Donny was born, his grandmother
had been dead a year. Donny’s grandfather was lost without her.
Donny’s parents didn’t know how to raise an unplanned child. The
solution was obvious. Donny’s grandfather did more of his raising
than his parents, from a week old. The old man loved him
unconditionally. Unlike his parents, his grandfather understood his
emerging nature. Donny would go to his grandfather’s after school
every day and stay there until picked up by his parents. But his
grandfather had died recently and Donny felt lost without him.
On board the ship, Donny had quickly formed
a friendship with Alan. The two were both interested in Mah Jong
and played frequently. On board, several people, and many of the
Asians, had bought the electronic versions of Mah Jong and started
playing. Some of the Europeans thought they would join in with the
Asians but were totally outclassed so started the Juniors Mah Jong
Club instead. Alan and Donny had joined. Alan loved card games too
and found that Donny knew most of them and would happily and
competently play by the hour, having been well taught by his
grandfather. It filled the otherwise boring hours on the ship for
those who were ill equipped to cope with long hours of leisure like
Donny’s parents whose life was their jobs.
But today Donny found that Alan was busy
talking to the other adults. He looked around for the kids and
couldn’t find them so he went back to Helkmid, arriving in time to
clean out another Machine; the least
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