More Don, Tony, Fred and Alex
Title: Street Art
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 421
“Alright who is the comedian?”
Tony came up to stand beside Don and surveyed the art on the pavement. “Probably some child. Some older child with more chalk than they know what to do with and more free time than is healthy.”
“I do not look like that.”
“Of course not, I’ve never seen your tail in that S shape and hmm looks like it might have been broken too.”
“My paws are not misshapen like that. They look like human feet. And it looks like I’ve got a sausage for a body. No cat has a sausage body.”
“True. True.” When in doubt just agree, Tony had found. “Cute face though.”
“Hmmm.”
“So you like Fred’s chalk art? It took him a while. I especially like the meteor. He doesn’t often change to his human form but for this he did.”
“He did this in his human form?” there was dread in Tony’s voice. Hoping against hope, “Fred’s age in dog years the same as his human form?”
“Oh,” The wizard laughed, “he’s about our age.” Eyeing the feline familiar, I’m assuming that Don is our age.”
“Then Fred is mentally an adult and not developmentally challenged?”
“Oh. Nope. Some people like to color in those adult coloring books. Fred likes a more free form format on pavement.” The wizard was slightly nervous, “this wasn’t meant to be derogatory. Think of it as sort of a caricature, exaggerated representation, a parody even. I um think the face is cute.”
“Look Wizard...”
“Alex. My name’s Alex. Pleased to meet you… again.”
“Look Alex...”
Tony cut off whatever Don was going to say, “I’m sure that Fred didn’t mean to be insulting. The fact that it’s on our sidewalk and not on your own is a bit suspect. But we’re adult enough to overlook any implied disrespect.”
“Um, Ooookay. Thank you. I’ll talk to Fred.”
“Thank You.”
As Alex walked hurriedly away Tony’s voice carried just enough to hear, “You will wait to cause it to rain until he gets safely back to his own house, Don. If need be we can get the hose out to wash the chalk off sooner. Do. Not.”
Alex put a little more speed into his step. By the time he saw his house fat raindrops were starting to splat on the concrete in an as yet sparse distribution.
Entering through the door he called, “Well, I don’t believe your familiar cat friend is a lover of your form of art.”
Fred’s laughter met his words.