Newt - The Toy the promised post
I blame... you know who you are.Frogs.
https://www.amazon.com/World-Eric-Carle-Hungry-Caterpillar/dp/B000UEBFXW/ref=sr_1_15?ie=UTF8&qid=1478478291&sr=8-15&keywords=hungry+caterpillar
Title: The Toy
Continues from Daycare & The Halloween Costume
prior Andy & Simon drabbles
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 2909
“Here worm, Present.”
“Not worm,” Newt stated.
“Looks you.”
“Doesn’t.”
“Green,” Platty said.
“Not me.”
“You green.”
“No bite.”
“No bite. Newt friend. Present.”
“Oh,” Newt looked unsure.
“Has book. Present.” A book appeared.
“Danks?” “Still not worm. No bite.”
“No bite.” Platty looked uncertain, “Squeeze? K, you squeeze? Can squeeze?”
Newt paled a little as the worm bent in the middle in Platty’s hand.
“You squeeze. Soft. Try."
Platty had put the worm down in front of Newt. Newt examined it closely without touching it, finally reaching out an arm to poke it with a finger.
“Soft. Mine?”
“Yes. For Newt. Present. Toy.”
“Dank cue,” Newt was well trained in manners or so Andy tried.
“Wel-come.”
“Play?”
“Yea!”
Andy walked into the daycare to see two little toddlers running around, they were naked because you never knew when one would forget and change especially as there was the pool close. One of them was his son who stopped when he saw his Daddy and then came running towards Andy with a welcoming shriek followed closely by a brown haired toddler carrying the cutest caterpillar bean bag toy Andy’d ever seen.
“Toy. For Newt. Like Newt.”
Another voice behind Andy laughed, “Platty. That’s a caterpillar. Newt is not a caterpillar.”
“Know. Newt newt. But sorta catpill. Present Newt.”
“There’s a book to go with it around here somewhere,” the man who was obviously one of Platty’s parents said.
“We put the book up out of danger from the water. Board books are more resilient than regular books but water still will ruin them,” the daycare minder said. “We’ve read it many times already today.”
Newt nodded decisively, “We read. More marrow?”
Looking over at Platty’s father, “Hi, I’m Andy, Newt’s Daddy.” He looked down at Newt giving him a jiggle, “You say thank you to Platty for the present?”
“YES! Say Dank Cue.”
“Thank you, Platty for the cute caterpillar for Newt.” Andy turned his attention back to Newt, “What do we do with the presents?”
“Catpill, home. Book here. Read more.”
Andy’s “That good with you Platty?” was greeted with a “YEA! Read More!”
“Okay then.” he turned to Platty’s father, “Thank you, again. That’s really nice of you.”
“Oh don’t blame me, it was Platty’s idea when he was out with his adoring aunt. I’m told he insisted.” A hand was stuck out which resulted in the shifting of progeny to allow for a handshake, “Morris, Platty’s Daddy. Pleased to meet you; you and Newt and Newt’s other Daddy; have featured in many a dinner conversation. I’m glad the toy made the grade.”
“It would appear it did indeed. Well we have to get home before small tummys start grumbling. It was nice to finally meet you too,” Andy grinned. “Platty and his Daddys have also been prevalent at dinners. Thanks again from Newt, Platty. See you tomorrow.”
Newt called over Andy’s shoulder, waving a squeezed Caterpillar, “Morrow. Danks.”
And so began the battle of finding a suitable return anytime gift for a small platypus.
https://www.amazon.com/World-Eric-Carle-Hungry-Caterpillar/dp/B000UEBFXW/ref=sr_1_15?ie=UTF8&qid=1478478291&sr=8-15&keywords=hungry+caterpillar
Title: The Toy
Continues from Daycare & The Halloween Costume
prior Andy & Simon drabbles
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 2909
“Here worm, Present.”
“Not worm,” Newt stated.
“Looks you.”
“Doesn’t.”
“Green,” Platty said.
“Not me.”
“You green.”
“No bite.”
“No bite. Newt friend. Present.”
“Oh,” Newt looked unsure.
“Has book. Present.” A book appeared.
“Danks?” “Still not worm. No bite.”
“No bite.” Platty looked uncertain, “Squeeze? K, you squeeze? Can squeeze?”
Newt paled a little as the worm bent in the middle in Platty’s hand.
“You squeeze. Soft. Try."
Platty had put the worm down in front of Newt. Newt examined it closely without touching it, finally reaching out an arm to poke it with a finger.
“Soft. Mine?”
“Yes. For Newt. Present. Toy.”
“Dank cue,” Newt was well trained in manners or so Andy tried.
“Wel-come.”
“Play?”
“Yea!”
Andy walked into the daycare to see two little toddlers running around, they were naked because you never knew when one would forget and change especially as there was the pool close. One of them was his son who stopped when he saw his Daddy and then came running towards Andy with a welcoming shriek followed closely by a brown haired toddler carrying the cutest caterpillar bean bag toy Andy’d ever seen.
“Toy. For Newt. Like Newt.”
Another voice behind Andy laughed, “Platty. That’s a caterpillar. Newt is not a caterpillar.”
“Know. Newt newt. But sorta catpill. Present Newt.”
“There’s a book to go with it around here somewhere,” the man who was obviously one of Platty’s parents said.
“We put the book up out of danger from the water. Board books are more resilient than regular books but water still will ruin them,” the daycare minder said. “We’ve read it many times already today.”
Newt nodded decisively, “We read. More marrow?”
Looking over at Platty’s father, “Hi, I’m Andy, Newt’s Daddy.” He looked down at Newt giving him a jiggle, “You say thank you to Platty for the present?”
“YES! Say Dank Cue.”
“Thank you, Platty for the cute caterpillar for Newt.” Andy turned his attention back to Newt, “What do we do with the presents?”
“Catpill, home. Book here. Read more.”
Andy’s “That good with you Platty?” was greeted with a “YEA! Read More!”
“Okay then.” he turned to Platty’s father, “Thank you, again. That’s really nice of you.”
“Oh don’t blame me, it was Platty’s idea when he was out with his adoring aunt. I’m told he insisted.” A hand was stuck out which resulted in the shifting of progeny to allow for a handshake, “Morris, Platty’s Daddy. Pleased to meet you; you and Newt and Newt’s other Daddy; have featured in many a dinner conversation. I’m glad the toy made the grade.”
“It would appear it did indeed. Well we have to get home before small tummys start grumbling. It was nice to finally meet you too,” Andy grinned. “Platty and his Daddys have also been prevalent at dinners. Thanks again from Newt, Platty. See you tomorrow.”
Newt called over Andy’s shoulder, waving a squeezed Caterpillar, “Morrow. Danks.”
And so began the battle of finding a suitable return anytime gift for a small platypus.