Don’t Know and Don’t Care
A nut bounced on Don’t Care’s head, and bounced into his paws.
Don’t Care looked up and saw Lucy and Patrick giggling.
He shrugged his shoulders.
“Don’t care,” he said as he cracked the nut.
“Hey, we were playing with that,” said Patrick.
“Don’t care,” said Don’t Care, nibbling on the sweet acorn.
Don’t Care had another name, although all the kids called him Don’t Care, because that was almost the only thing he said.
Teacher rang the bell. All the other squirrels ran back toward the classroom. Don’t Care sat in the tree and watched.
“Don’t Care, you’re gonna get in trouble. You better come inside,” chattered Lucy.
Don’t Care said, “Don’t care.”
Lucy scampered away.
Don’t Care ran to the top of the tree. The breeze blew his whiskers and the sun warmed his fur
Only a little longer until school let out for the summer.
“Tag, you’re it!” Lucy poked his side.
“Don’t care,” said Don’t Care.
Lucy and Patrick threw nuts at the nest in the tree.
Don’t Care wanted to tell them to stop. He wanted to tell them that a baby bird had just hatched in that nest.
But he didn’t.
Lucy hit the nest just before Teacher rang the bell.
“Two points,” yelled Patrick,
Lucy did a victory dance.
She looked at Don’t Care before scampering back to school, but didn’t bother calling him. She knew what he would say.
Don’t Care waited until they were out of sight before running to the fallen nest.
He peeked inside. It was empty.
He found the fuzzy baby bird lying very still on the ground.
“Are you ok?” asked Don’t Care.
It opened its eyes and blinked.
“Don’t know,” said the little bird.
“Can I help?” asked Don’t Care.
“Don’t know,” replied the bird.
“Where’s your Mama and Papa?”
Don’t Care made himself comfortable. He wasn’t going to leave the little bird alone.
“What’s your name?” he tried again.
Don’t Care started laughing.
“Don’t know what’s funny.” The bird stood up and stomped his claw.
“They call me Don’t Care. Pleased to meet you Don’t Know.”
They looked each other in the eye and soon they were both rolling on the ground laughing.
Don’t Care balanced the nest on his head and carried it back to its spot in the tree. Then he carried Don’t Know back up to his nest.
He sat with Don’t Know and didn’t say a word. But whenever they looked at each other, they smiled.
Finally Mama bird came back with a worm for Don’t Know.
When she heard what had happened, she thanked Don’t Care and asked him if he’d like to stay for supper.
“No thanks, I don’t care for worms,” he said.
But he came back to the nest every day to visit Don’t Know.
“What’s that cloud look like to you?” he asked.
“Don’t know,” said the bird.
“I don’t care,” said Don’t Care. “But I’m glad that you’re my friend.”
“I know,” said Don’t Know. “Me, too.”
Here’s a silly little story about a squirrel and a bird. I think it will turn into a cute story. I’ve noticed with many of these first drafts that they change considerably with revision, although there is some kernel that remains from the first draft. It’s an interesting, sometimes exciting and sometimes resistance-full process. I’m missing drawing and painting, but not enough to do it with my left hand.
Only about 4 more weeks in the cast! And then a little more time to build back my strength and flexibility. I got the cast changed about 10 days ago and got to see my poor hand. The first joint of my thumb was all shriveled and I could barely move it. But it’s healing well and quickly and barely hurts any more.
Anyhow, thanks for stopping by!
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