Yesterday, Wallie and I met an Unkind Word.
It was not a very nice Word at all.
Category: Art
Wallie the Imp has a relative who visits him on weekends. He is very old and Wallie knows him very well. His visits always make Wallie worry about what it would be like to be an old Imp.
Wallie knows that when you are old you cannot do the same crazy things you did when you were young.
For instance…
Wallie the Imp is very fond of hats. Especially top hats.
Before I knew Wallie, he met quite a few strange characters on his own. My Friend and I never expected to actually meet one of them.
We did.
Wallie the Imp and I were walking through campus to meet my Friend. Wallie has a marvelous skill for not being noticed by strangers, so I was able to keep him with me. I daresay everyone thought I was a little off center for walking about speaking rudimentary Impish, but I had out my mobile, my cell phone, as a prop, and that made it all better.
With school semester underway, Wallie the Imp, my Friend, and I have given quite a lot of thought to our pasts, presents, and futures, and the people who have helped us get so far. Our parents and teachers figured prominently in our talk.
My Friend and I wondered if we would ever make a difference ourselves.
This little dragon (above) is not happy. Someone told him that dragons and fairies aren’t real. They also said that they were too old for fairy tales and children’s books.
I have never been particularly good at math. I am, however, quite good at watching fantasy-related television. Wallie and I have been enjoying reruns of the show “Once Upon a Time” (a show that endlessly frustrates my Friend, for reasons I will not add even in footnote).
The other day I compelled my Friend to ask Wallie, in Impish, “What is the use of Practical Study?”
What is a “Wentletrap”?
That is what Wallie would like to know.
This is Wallie.
Wallie is an Imp.
