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Myth Zoo Written by Allie Todd age 8
Monday, January 10th, 2011
Starting this week, the Daily Cabal will be shifting to a slightly less than daily schedule, with stories guaranteed on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, and the possibility of occasional stories thrown in a Tuesday or Thursday for special occasions or when the whim takes us.
Think of us as the every-other-daily-cabal…
Papa and mama took Lara and me to the Zoo today. We saw the harpies and the bigfoots and the poor old mermaid and the scary dragons that live under the hippo pool. We looked up at the dragons from underneath through a glass bottom. They coiled and swam and looked back at us in a hungry way. They’ don’t want meat said mama. They just hate us all for putting them here. She wasn’t so happy as we were to be at the zoo.
We ate at Crunchy Burger on the way home and it’s the first time Lara didn’t whine for sweet stuff. She ate her hamburger and tried to sneak parts of mine. I’m a dragon she said, and I need meat. Mama and papa told her that wasn’t funny so I didn’t play along. She kept it up the rest of the way home, putting her hand out the window into the breeze and saying she was flying until mama said to stop that she was getting a headache.
When we got home Lara took me away upstairs and said we’re going to play at dragons and treasure. She went and got all of mama’s jewelry and put it on the bunk bed in our room and said this is my cave. She said Allie you are a brave night and mother will be the lure to catch you.
We played and played. I had the most funnest time in almost ever, because Lara doesn’t play with me much. She says I’m a good night which is funny because I’m not sleepy.
She says soon mama will wonder where her stuff is. When I say she could get in trouble she just laughs. She says if I play really well she’ll show me how she makes the smoke come out of her mouth.
Lens
Friday, January 7th, 2011
From the journal of Aleisha Billington: The alien–his cat-like claws retracting–probably was not the last in the world, but he was the last in our area. I shot the SOB trying to implant himself in my baby. Through a gurgle of blood, he said something like, ‘We have a long memory.’ ‘We do, too,’ I said and, after adjusting the phaser to kill, shot him dead before he could say more and tossed him onto the compost heap.
From our soil analyses, it appears the invasive species decayed, worms fed upon it, birds fed upon them, and Felis catus, domestic cats, fed upon them before mutating. “Biological magnification,” the extinct human species had called it.
Or formerly extinct. It’s hard to know if we are the same humans just because we share the same genes. For instance, Aleisha Billington sounds so emotionally driven by vengeance. I am Aleisha Billington, reconstituted. But I feel no kinship with her intensity. For this Aleisha, life is just dispassionate biology: It gives and it takes away. Am I the same me?