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2024-04-04 14:48:35 -04:00

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Summary: An old bluebird takes her grandson human-watching in Vancouver. This time, they find a young child dealing with grown-ups who just dont understand.


Keep to the left. Mind the seagulls. Were approaching the coast. Those bastards appear far too often. One of the only reasons why there isnt a permanent bluebird population in Vancouver.

Weve almost reached our destination. I suppose we could fit one more experiment here. Reach out to one last human. For this last one, how about you pick? Youve seen me do it a couple of times. If you need assistance, Ill be right here.

That building? That could be anything. If I were to guess, judging by the number of residential buildings in the area, that might be a school. Good timing. School should be in session by this time in the morning.

Ah, these are younger children. Perhaps no older than two hundred times your age. An excellent choice, any of these. I dont believe weve watched any humans so young. Itll be more difficult, though. Usually you see their parents hovering around them when theyre so young. Perhaps not at school, but once outside the compound, humans become fiercely protective of their young. Like no other species I have ever seen.

These particular children over here playing outside. Mind the adult. If he sees you, hell chase you away and keep a more careful eye out. They must be in recess from learning.

Which one do you like the most? The one talking to the wall in the corner away from all of the other children? You have good taste.

“Zoe, do you want a cup of tea? Here. I made it nice and cold for you. Do you like it?”

She is truly talking to the wall with nothing in her hands. Is the wall named Zoe?

“Ruth, are you talking to nothing again? Why dont you play with the rest of the kids?”

“Mrs. Pernumble, Im having a tea party with Zoe! And youre not invited. So go away.”

“Right. Zoe. Your…”

“My friend. Shes waving at you. Oh — be careful, Zoe! Youll spill the tea if you wave your hand like that.”

I do not see a child waving with a cup of tea.

“I…see.” As a trained expert in recognising human patterns and mannerisms, I, Elizabeth von Turdidae, can attest that the woman is lying. Kindly lying, but lying nonetheless.

“Surely Zoe wouldnt mind if you spent a few recesses playing with Jeremy and Sheila. Doesnt it sound fun to play soccer? Theyre all laughing in the field. It sounds to me like theyre having the time of their lives!”

Children are such mysterious creatures. This one might be staring daggers into the woman. “I cant leave Zoe here. She doesnt like soccer. And she gets scared without me. And I havent finished my cup of tea!”

I would like to re-attest that there is, in fact, a lack of any tea or anything resembling tea in the immediate vicinity.

“I could keep Zoe company. Shes got a lot of questions for me, right? So perhaps we could have a conversation while you play soccer.”

“I dont think so, Mrs. Pernumble.”

“Why not?”

“Because you havent said a word to her and now shes very upset. Its okay, Zoe. Ill never leave you. Have another cup of tea.”

I know that Im getting along in years, but I do not see a human child. Several worm children that look very tasty, yes, but no human child. Or tea. Do you see a human child?

Where is it?

Interesting. Perhaps this is a special human child. I have not known any human child that could hide themselves from other people, but humans still have plenty of surprises in them yet.

…But wheres the tea?

“Oh, Ruth. Please. Im sure the other kids would love to play with you. Can I tell you a little secret?”

“La la la I cant hear you. Can you hear a Mrs. Pernumble talking, Zoe? Yeah, me neither. Oh, thank you for the biscuit! Let me refill your tea again. Youre a fast drinker!”

Heh. If theres one thing that is common between humans and bluebirds, children exasperating elders is universal across species.

Although I certainly wouldnt sigh and walk away like her. No, misbehaving children must be punished so they dont do it again.

“Thank you for the biscuit, Zoe. Have you heard from Miss Piggy recently? I heard that Miss Froggy and her had the most delicious of teas the other day. Mm. Youre right. That is very interesting.”

I must admit, it is rather strange to watch a conversation happening with a human I cannot perceive in any way. I hope youre learning more than I am.

“Um, Ruth?”

That sigh does not belong on a child her age. How adorable — perhaps she thinks that if shes as petulant as one, others will see her as an adult.

“Im so sorry, Zoe. I know you dont like it when our tea parties get interrupted. What is it, Peter?”

“Who are you talking to?”

“Zoe, of course. My best friend. She says hi, by the way. Now, get to the point. What do you want?”

Ha! Another victim of Zoes invisibility! He looks so confused — oh, my sides.

“Mrs. Pernumble said that maybe you wanted to play with me and Alfred over there? Were playing cards.”

“Oh. She — um. I… I cant. Zoe needs me to keep her company. She doesnt like it when I leave her alone.”

“Who? I dont see her.”

“I told you, Zoes my best friend. Its not her fault that you cant see her.”

That hesitant wave — the worm on top! Glorious. I might have to start observing the younger humans more. Theyre such a racket! Two inexperienced creatures learning about the world.

“Are you sure shes real?”

“Of course shes real! Say sorry to Zoe, right now! I cant believe youd say that. Im sorry, Zoe. He didnt mean it. He just doesnt know better. Right?”

“Uh, Im sorry!”

“Zoes over here. Look at her properly when you say sorry.”

“…Sorry.”

“Hmph. She says she forgives you this time.”

“If she wants, she can play with us too?”

“Nah. Zoe doesnt like cards.”

“Okay then. If she doesnt want to. Bye bye.”

“Bye bye.”

My scientific mind is racing at the possibilities. The child couldnt see her. The human couldnt see her. I cant see her. What are the criteria for who can and cannot see Zoe?


“Be sure to finish the letters worksheet — I expect to see perfect As from everyone! Now, children, fetch your bags — its time to go home!”

The chatter of children after school is the same regardless of their age. Its always so relaxing to immerse oneself in the wave of conversations taking place left and right.

“Sheila, Sheila, are you still coming to my house after school?”

“I got this super cool fire truck for my birthday! Leo, you gotta bring your cars!”

“Nooo! My mom grounded me. You have to beat the boss without me, Dylan! You have to!”

“Come on, everyone. Less talking, more moving! Once youve changed into your outdoor shoes, line up against the wall outside the classroom!”


Well done, child. Youre following your humans quite well. I barely had to help you at all.

“How was school, honey? Did you learn a lot of new things?”

“We learned about the alphabet! I can draw lots of little As now. Today we learned about the big A.”

“Hey! Its my favourite kiddo! Ruth! Ruthie. Beat up any boys today?”

“Zoe almost. Hmph. Peter was being mean to Zoe. I feel so bad for Zoe, daddy. No one understands her and theyre all so…so mean to her!”

“Theres cookies and juice for you on the dining table, Ruth. Make sure to wash your hands.”

“Aw, that sucks. Does Zoe want a glass of orange juice, too? Maybe itll help her feel better?”

“Daddy! Zoe is allergic to orange juice, remember? I told you yesterday! Shell have her unicorn hair tea like she always does. Mommy, can I eat my cookies upstairs? Me and Zoe are having a tea party again.”

“All right, but dont spill any of the crumbs! We dont want ants moving into our house, dont we?”

Oh! How unfortunate. Child, I must interject — allergies are new to you, yes? Bluebirds dont particularly have the horrid disease. If some humans — and its impossible to tell which humans before they actually eat it — eat certain foods, like peanuts! Or fruits, or nearly anything — they could die. Thats called an allergic reaction.

To have an allergy toward a fruit — truly a pitiable existence it must be.

“Tea party time! Zoe, here is your unicorn hair tea. Freshly stirred! Only the best for my best friend. Oh, thank you! Yes, Im doing great. Can you help me with my homework after this? Youre always so good at drawing those weird lines. Mrs. Prenumble says that theyre part of letters, which are part of words.

“Zoe… Why does everyone hate you so much? They never want to talk to you. Even Mrs. Prenumble. They all pretend that youre not a real person. But dont worry. I know that youre real. No matter what everyone else says. Youre my best friend, right? I cant leave you alone. If you want, Ill stay with you, forever and ever!

“Will you also stay with me, forever and ever?”

Human children. So adorable! Already forming pacts for life in the tender young stage of pre-adolescence.


Finally some change. Pardon me, but I can only listen to a child have a multi-hour tea party go on for so long before even my patience wanes. Let us investigate the commotion at the door. Ooh. An older boy. A family! Human families are so small. Their babies dont die nearly as often as bluebird babies, but there are just so few of them in the world. I suppose that explains the parents protectiveness. But if they want their children to succeed, why dont they simply have more children? That would maximise the probability of successful children reproducing in the future.

“Mom, dad, Im home.”

“Welcome home, Jacob! Dinner will be ready in just a minute. Could you call Ruth downstairs from her room?”

“Hey, kiddo! How was school? Beat up any girls today?”

“Oh my god, you cant do that, dad!”

“Hmph. All these fancy schmancy new norms are stifling. Back in my day, you could hit whoever you wanted, and the other guy would just hit you back! None of this no hitting girls nonsense.”

I knew that humans discriminated between their sexes, but I didnt realise that they couldnt hit females. All kerfuffle and waffle, if you ask me. If someone has wronged you in any way, giving them a good knock in the old noggin is always an excellent first move. Really sets the atmosphere for a full-out fight.

“Theyre weaker, so its not fair. They cant hit back, so its up to us men to show other men whos boss.”

Nonsense! Excuse me? I dont know about humans, but female bluebirds pack a pretty punch in their wings. Its true that males usually only fight males and females usually only fight females — because, lets be honest, why would a female ever need to fight a male? — but I did not realise that there was no cross-sex combat in human world. Strange, too. I could have sworn that Id seen human males fighting human females multiple times over my many years.

“Son, maybe the times are changing. And I respect that. But no matter what happens, never lose that fighting spirit. Cant fight the girls? Fine. Theres still a good half of the population you can beat some sense into. Now, if they say that fighting is bad and that no one should do it or whatever? Thats when you put your fist down and screw the rules. Let no one tell you what you can or cant do.”

“Ill do my best, dad!”

“I know you will, son. Make me proud. Nothing like a good fist to the noggin to help loosen any lips.”

Wonderful parenting. This I can get behind one hundred percent. I know I have a lot of negative things to say about humans, but in reality, theyre so diverse that there are so many different viewpoints to learn from. There are some that are objectively wrong, some that are objectively right, and then most are in the middle. Its rather refreshing to have ones opinions validated every once in a while.

And what camaraderie! Certainly bluebird children are never so close to their parents. Or their grandparents, for that matter.

“Now bring Ruth downstairs like your mom said, will you?”

“Yessir! Ruth!”

“You might have to go upstairs to bring her down. I think she said that she was having a tea party with Zoe again.”

“Zoe? Ugh. How long are we gonna entertain her, dad?”

“As long as she wants.”

“Hmph. Ruth! Open up! Mom says its time for dinner!”

I wonder why she isnt responding. Drat! If only we could be invisible and incorporeal like Zoe must be, so we could position ourselves in the door and see both sides of the conversation. Having to move around to the back of the house just to see the hallway is so irritating.

“Ruth! If you dont say anything, Im coming in in three…two…”

“Im having a tea party! Go away, Jacob.”

My. She sounds aggravated. What kind of dirt landed on her head while we were away?

“Im not gonna wait here for you to finish your prissy tea party. Im comin in!”

This is actually quite nice. It means if we circle around to the other side of the house, we should get a nice and proper view of everything that is happening.

“HEY! I didnt say you could come in! Zoe doesnt like you, you know. She says that youre big and fat and dumb and stupid for interrupting her tea party. Get out.”

“Oi. I just came to pass on a message. Why do you have to get so pissy?”

“This is my room.” How funny. Ruth trying to push Jacob out of her room. Certainly it isnt happening unless its under his own volition. Valiant effort, though. I would applaud like the humans do if I had hands. “Cant you read the sign? It says NO JACOBS!”

“Do you even know how to read?”

“Shut up! Zoe said that you cant be here, and that means you cant be here! Zoe needs her time to herself. Shes has a very tiring day and she needs her tea and biscuits —”

“Zoe this and Zoe that. Jeez, dont you have any real people to back you up?”

Oh. That one might have hit her harder than him slamming the door open. What is that expression on her face, I wonder?

“Yeah? Dont have anything to say, dontcha? I wonder why?”

“Say sorry to Zoe right now. Shes my best friend.”

“Oh my god, Ruth. How are you still so stuck on her? Zoes not real! Shes in your mind! Shes one of those imaginary friends!“

Certainly not. I find it rather unlikely that the human adults and the human children spoke to her if she wasnt real. That Mrs. Pernumble or whatever it was wanted to have a conversation with her, too.

However, judging by the blankness of Ruths face, she might believe him.

“No.”

“Yes.” Rather gleeful of him. “Youre imagining her. Probably because no one likes you enough for you to have real friends.”

“Thats not true. Shut up.

“Oh, yeah? Whats her favourite colour?”

“Yellow!”

“Whats her favourite food?”

“Unicorn hair tea with rainbow biscuits!”

An eyebrow raised. In his defense, I didnt think that those were real either. But it makes sense to me. What else would an invisible person eat? Oh! It just clicked for me. That must be why shes invisible! All of these exotic ingredients must have an effect on the body that makes her difficult to perceive. And Ruth must be consuming enough that she can perceive her but not turn invisible herself.

My cleverness and intelligence scare me sometimes. But I digress.

“Whats her last name?”

“Its! Um…”

“Where does she live?”

“I… She must have told me…” A fearful glance to her right. Is she losing the fight? Come on, how difficult could it be to prove that a human exists?

“Exactly. What does she do when shes not with you?”

“…Stop it…” Hm. Personally, I would prefer physical combat over verbal combat. Not nearly as emotionally messy. Much easier to know when the damage is done and when theyve learned their lesson. Most importantly — much easier to restrain oneself. I suppose shes been thoroughly beaten. Her father will be proud — Jacob finally beat up a girl.

“When did you meet her?”

Oh?

“When grandmama went home! Shes real, Jacob! I know I met her. She was outside on the swing outside grandmamas house when the sun was setting and I was sad and we went on the swing together and we were friends ever since. Zoes real!“ And here comes the crying. If she was sobbing before, shes bawling now.

Hm? Why isnt he saying anything else? Are tears so effective against physical and verbal combat? He seems shocked. How could this be surprising? Bluebirds meet new bluebirds all the time. Is this not true for humans?

“Jacob. Come over here, please.” Oh, my. All of the tension in the air and I didnt even notice the mother in the doorway.

“Oh! Um. Mom, I can explain. I was just…”