Arnold (4)
I think it was a sunny day when Arnold decided to head down towards the village. Although it could have just as easily been windy or maybe there was a little hurricane blowing about. I suppose it’s not very important nor interesting. Off he went for himself, trudging through the heavy foliage until at last he came in sight of some small children playing what could only be described as football. Knowing full well that these barefooted creatures had never seen a vegetarian monster before caused Arnold to hesitate. Their fear of him could result in his extermination. What if they were really aggressive creatures. They always seemed quite pleasant from afar but perhaps that was a little shortsighted of him. He decided to risk it, after all his health and skincare were apparently in turmoil. Down he swept and stood among them. They completely ignored him.
“What’s this?” he thought, “Am I just a fictional creature?”
Then it occurred to him that his being so green in colour could mean he was difficult to pinpoint. A red rubber ball bounced off his head.
Only one of the children noticed the odd deflection of the ball in the middle of the game. He approached the green mass. The others continued playing. “Hello.” he said in whatever language they use there. “Do you want to play?”
“Not really.” said Arnold. “Do you want to be my dinner guest?”
“Where’s dinner?” quizzed the boy.
“My tree house ” said Arnold, and off they skipped.