Post by Spain on Aug 22, 2010 23:58:21 GMT -5
Once upon a time there lived a little boy and a little girl, wait, no, two little boys named Gilbert and Antonio. They lived in a little cottage in the woods with the woodcutting father and overbearing mother, one loved them dearly and the other did not. They did not live in the best conditions because they were poor, but the two boys lived happily except that they were always starving, wearing raggedy clothes and always getting yelled at by their mother. Plus, since their mother much rather had a daughter instead of a son, she liked to dress Antonio in dresses, which sometimes caused the lad to be very confused about his gender. (Okay, life wasn't that pleasant at all).
Moving on.
Regardless of the hardships that went on, Antonio loved the trees that surrounded their humble abode. If there were anything that he loved more than running through the sunny fields outside of his house, it would be climbing up the trees to hide when his mother grew cross when he shirked his chores in exchange for napping. And eating tomatoes. And laying out in the sun and also swimming in the river bank, amongst some other things. It grew tiring when his mother yelled at him, telling him that it was not appropriate to wear a dress and climb a tree. Multiple times he had protested, asking why his brother Gilbert was allowed to do such things, but she merely scoffed, telling him that his stupidity never failed to amaze her at times.
But then today was different, Vati and Mutti no longer glared at each other like they did after yelling at each other every night. Though he often had his head in the clouds, Antonio was not oblivious enough to miss the verbal spats that took place when they thought that Gilbert and him were both asleep, he could not help but overhear one of their arguments. Sometimes, it frightened him because he had never seen Vater get so upset at Mutter before.
Unbeknown to him, his loving family of four had certain complications when it came to blood ties because Antonio was not really the product of his father and mother's union, but that of his philandering father's affair with the daughter of the local baker (face it, if you were married to her, you'd probably do the same thing).
“We’re broke! There’s nothing left to eat!”
“Well, there’s nothing I can do about it if you’re not able to make enough to bring us even a measly loaf of bread to the table!”
“Why I’m doing the best I can!”
“Apparently not, since you could not even keep yourself out of trouble.”
“What’s that suppose to mean?”
“You know what I’m talking about!”
“Gilbert and Antonio are both our sons!”
“You mean Antonio is your son.”
“We weren’t going to just leave him.”
“If you did not have problems keeping to yourself sometimes, it would have never been a problem!”
For the most part, the discussion went over the little boy’s head, though there was one thing that he did understand. Nothing left to eat. It had been a while since he had a full stomach, it had become harder and harder for him to even imagine what it was like to even be full again. His stomach growled as the thought ran through his head, causing his olive green eyes to brim with tears at the thought. They were starving and going to die and somehow he had a feeling that he was somehow at fault…
Sure, she had yelled at them and pulled their blankets until they tumbled out of bed, yet that was the most she had done. Giving each of them a piece of bread, she had muttered something about getting firewood and told them to go outside and help their father. Tucking it into the tiny apron his mother had given to him last year, Antonio cheerfully started to hum. His tiny feet stumbled over the roots of the trees and broken twigs as he walked.
Then before he realized, his father and Gilbert had already started walking, heading out to the forest to gather firewood. He had been too busy playing with his apron that he did not realize that he was trailing behind.
“Vati, wait!” he yelled as he scrambled to keep up with his father’s long strides, “where are we going?”
Note: Opening post is a fail!crack post, but we'll build on it.
Moving on.
Regardless of the hardships that went on, Antonio loved the trees that surrounded their humble abode. If there were anything that he loved more than running through the sunny fields outside of his house, it would be climbing up the trees to hide when his mother grew cross when he shirked his chores in exchange for napping. And eating tomatoes. And laying out in the sun and also swimming in the river bank, amongst some other things. It grew tiring when his mother yelled at him, telling him that it was not appropriate to wear a dress and climb a tree. Multiple times he had protested, asking why his brother Gilbert was allowed to do such things, but she merely scoffed, telling him that his stupidity never failed to amaze her at times.
But then today was different, Vati and Mutti no longer glared at each other like they did after yelling at each other every night. Though he often had his head in the clouds, Antonio was not oblivious enough to miss the verbal spats that took place when they thought that Gilbert and him were both asleep, he could not help but overhear one of their arguments. Sometimes, it frightened him because he had never seen Vater get so upset at Mutter before.
Unbeknown to him, his loving family of four had certain complications when it came to blood ties because Antonio was not really the product of his father and mother's union, but that of his philandering father's affair with the daughter of the local baker (face it, if you were married to her, you'd probably do the same thing).
“We’re broke! There’s nothing left to eat!”
“Well, there’s nothing I can do about it if you’re not able to make enough to bring us even a measly loaf of bread to the table!”
“Why I’m doing the best I can!”
“Apparently not, since you could not even keep yourself out of trouble.”
“What’s that suppose to mean?”
“You know what I’m talking about!”
“Gilbert and Antonio are both our sons!”
“You mean Antonio is your son.”
“We weren’t going to just leave him.”
“If you did not have problems keeping to yourself sometimes, it would have never been a problem!”
For the most part, the discussion went over the little boy’s head, though there was one thing that he did understand. Nothing left to eat. It had been a while since he had a full stomach, it had become harder and harder for him to even imagine what it was like to even be full again. His stomach growled as the thought ran through his head, causing his olive green eyes to brim with tears at the thought. They were starving and going to die and somehow he had a feeling that he was somehow at fault…
Sure, she had yelled at them and pulled their blankets until they tumbled out of bed, yet that was the most she had done. Giving each of them a piece of bread, she had muttered something about getting firewood and told them to go outside and help their father. Tucking it into the tiny apron his mother had given to him last year, Antonio cheerfully started to hum. His tiny feet stumbled over the roots of the trees and broken twigs as he walked.
Then before he realized, his father and Gilbert had already started walking, heading out to the forest to gather firewood. He had been too busy playing with his apron that he did not realize that he was trailing behind.
“Vati, wait!” he yelled as he scrambled to keep up with his father’s long strides, “where are we going?”
Note: Opening post is a fail!crack post, but we'll build on it.