Wallie the Imp loves Disney films.
He is driving my Friend and me crazy by going on and on about how unfair it is that Cinderella and Giselle, among others, have so much practical help from their animal helpers. He says it’s no wonder the villains are villains, when they get no encouragement from their non-human, inhuman friends to be socially active.
Wallie likes Imps. Wallie is an Imp. Perhaps that’s his trouble.
When Wallie heard about the Daily Prompt from the Daily Post—writing nonstop without thinking for ten minutes—he was naturally very excited. He thinks he is a better writer than he is and is always eager to show off.
The problem is, he only writes in Impish.
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.
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.