Is doing something the traditional way make the end result more superior to doing something in an unconventional or unusual way?
No, it does have six legs. [points to the "feet"]
Clearly, it is holding the broken segments of the two original legs in his four appendages. This is quite terrible, the bumblebee has lost not only his wings but his legs as well! Do you have something against bumblebees, sir?
Not necessarily. It's just how I've always done things.
[ ...Jori, that's just the definition of traditional. Not that he's really paying attention, considering the look he's giving the kid. He's not really angry, because art is (thankfully) not something he prides himself on, but... ]
It's pretty rude to ask people to do something for you and then complain about the result. Maybe my sheep is an unusual sheep.
[ Either Jori's not bothering to respond to the first question or he simply forgets to answer it because he's revving up for the story. ]
He did, actually. All the other sheep grew up on a sheep farm, but when he was little he was given to someone who lived on a cow farm, so he grew up living with and surrounded by cows instead of sheep. They're both herd animals, so they thought they'd get along, and for a while they did, even if it was a very odd sight to see them grazing together, or to hear the sheep baa-ing among all the moos.
But it wasn't that simple. The cows could never quite forget that he was a sheep and that he didn't go to the milking barn every morning like the heifers did or get ridden like the bulls did. He tried to tell them about getting sheared, but they didn't think it was the same at all. And he was so little that it was easy for them to ignore them - sometimes they'd just stand right over him and never notice that he was there. So the sheep was very sad and lonely, and he started keeping to himself at the edge of the herd.
[ Jori, it should be noted, seems to be taking this fairly seriously. But then again this is more of an extended metaphor than a true made-up story, so... ]
But if you remember, he was given as a present, and he belonged to a young girl who lived on that farm. And she loved him with all her heart, even if he wasn't a cow. She would run out to see him, to hug him and hide her face in his wool. She was always there after he got sheared to give him a blanket, so that he wouldn't get cold. So the sheep thought that things could be alright, even if nobody else paid him any attention.
But the girl grew up, as people do, and she was learning how to take over the farm and tend the cows. She still loved him, would still wave every time she saw him or be there with a blanket, but she had less and less time for him, and the sheep became very sad indeed. He got so sad that he wouldn't graze with the cows, and barely ate anything at all. When people came and tried to bring him out so he wouldn't get sick, he dug his feet in and wouldn't budge. He even turned his head away from the girl for a while, though she eventually cajoled him into eating something, even if he still refused to go out with the others. She was still the only thing that kept him from running away to find that sheep farm.
And then one day the girl pointed something out to the sheep: the sweater she wore every day was wool. In fact, almost everyone on the farm wore something from his wool. The cows didn't have anything wool, of course, but they didn't think they needed it. But everyone else owed something to the sheep, even if they didn't always acknowledge it.
Well, I guess I could tell you that this story has a happy ending and that everything's right in the sheep's world, but it's not true. Not yet at least. He still wants to fit in with the cows, like he did at first except for real this time. I think that makes him an unusual sheep.
[he's very quiet and still as he listens, paying rapt attention and looking almost like he's taking it very seriously. a solemn look shadows his face, something too somber for someone of his age to make; but he knows too much about sadness and loneliness, about the feeling of being abandoned.]
He may be a little foolish, but I don't think he's unusual. All living things require someone or something to love them, and the girl clearly loved him very much.
[he frowns a little in thought.]
Her love made him special. Even if he turned into a cow and looked exactly the same as the other cows, he would be the only one to recognize her. Because it is him that she hugged, it is his wool she hid her face in, it is him that she covered with a blanket. I don't think he needs to fit in with the other cows, because he is unique. Not just because he looks different or is a different species, but because only he has someone that loves him most.
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[ Obviously Jori is not the artist of the family. ]
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DONE
... Sir, I asked for a sheep. Not a wingless bumblebee.
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Also bumblebees have six legs, not four.
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[a pause while he looks at the drawing again.]
It does have six legs, though.
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No, it does have six legs. [points to the "feet"]
Clearly, it is holding the broken segments of the two original legs in his four appendages. This is quite terrible, the bumblebee has lost not only his wings but his legs as well! Do you have something against bumblebees, sir?
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[ ...Jori, that's just the definition of traditional. Not that he's really paying attention, considering the look he's giving the kid. He's not really angry, because art is (thankfully) not something he prides himself on, but... ]
It's pretty rude to ask people to do something for you and then complain about the result. Maybe my sheep is an unusual sheep.
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[the prince looks surprised, and then a little taken aback.]
I did not mean to complain. I apologize for offending you, but it does look very much like a wingless, handicapped bumblebee.
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Really? What happened to him? Did he have a special kind of upbringing different from all other sheep?
[yes Jori, he totally bought it. and yes, he is legit asking for story time.]
what is happening what has my life come to
He did, actually. All the other sheep grew up on a sheep farm, but when he was little he was given to someone who lived on a cow farm, so he grew up living with and surrounded by cows instead of sheep. They're both herd animals, so they thought they'd get along, and for a while they did, even if it was a very odd sight to see them grazing together, or to hear the sheep baa-ing among all the moos.
But it wasn't that simple. The cows could never quite forget that he was a sheep and that he didn't go to the milking barn every morning like the heifers did or get ridden like the bulls did. He tried to tell them about getting sheared, but they didn't think it was the same at all. And he was so little that it was easy for them to ignore them - sometimes they'd just stand right over him and never notice that he was there. So the sheep was very sad and lonely, and he started keeping to himself at the edge of the herd.
[ Jori, it should be noted, seems to be taking this fairly seriously. But then again this is more of an extended metaphor than a true made-up story, so... ]
But if you remember, he was given as a present, and he belonged to a young girl who lived on that farm. And she loved him with all her heart, even if he wasn't a cow. She would run out to see him, to hug him and hide her face in his wool. She was always there after he got sheared to give him a blanket, so that he wouldn't get cold. So the sheep thought that things could be alright, even if nobody else paid him any attention.
But the girl grew up, as people do, and she was learning how to take over the farm and tend the cows. She still loved him, would still wave every time she saw him or be there with a blanket, but she had less and less time for him, and the sheep became very sad indeed. He got so sad that he wouldn't graze with the cows, and barely ate anything at all. When people came and tried to bring him out so he wouldn't get sick, he dug his feet in and wouldn't budge. He even turned his head away from the girl for a while, though she eventually cajoled him into eating something, even if he still refused to go out with the others. She was still the only thing that kept him from running away to find that sheep farm.
And then one day the girl pointed something out to the sheep: the sweater she wore every day was wool. In fact, almost everyone on the farm wore something from his wool. The cows didn't have anything wool, of course, but they didn't think they needed it. But everyone else owed something to the sheep, even if they didn't always acknowledge it.
Well, I guess I could tell you that this story has a happy ending and that everything's right in the sheep's world, but it's not true. Not yet at least. He still wants to fit in with the cows, like he did at first except for real this time. I think that makes him an unusual sheep.
that was so beautiful ;______;
He may be a little foolish, but I don't think he's unusual. All living things require someone or something to love them, and the girl clearly loved him very much.
[he frowns a little in thought.]
Her love made him special. Even if he turned into a cow and looked exactly the same as the other cows, he would be the only one to recognize her. Because it is him that she hugged, it is his wool she hid her face in, it is him that she covered with a blanket. I don't think he needs to fit in with the other cows, because he is unique. Not just because he looks different or is a different species, but because only he has someone that loves him most.
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2am is story telling time, apparently
Sounds like you had a good friend.
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