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witticasterAnother Poe Family Adventure. This one is about sort of about little Ed, and typing it up is my reward for finishing half my music theory homework. x_x
With the commencement of fall came one major change to the Poes' daily activities. A new one to the little brood, which now diminished in number by one each morn: Maria was sent to school.
Sukey found it most unacceptable and opined loudly that, if Mamie must be sent away, she, Susan, be allowed to accompany her. This suggestion was not met with approval, and so, robbed of her dearest playmate, Susan spent most mornings imitating a raincloud--though her demeanor generally improved by the midday meal. Recently transplanted as they were, the elder Poes (or at least Virginia) felt the weird of their younger daughter's loneliness, but there was little to be done for her at the time.
Aside from the occasional burst of histrionics, however, the daily routine altered little. Virginia mothered the little left-at-homes, while the elder Edgar (who was currently suffering a bout of melancholic genius requiring him to sequester himself from the rest of the household) appeared intermittently, a spectral figure haunting the rooms of their small home. The younger Edgar made little fuss at his eldest sister's absence. He was content to see her when she returned at the close of the day, particularly when there were so many other points of interest to be considered throughout the rest of the day.
The fact that the trees were growing more and more varied in colour, for instance, had him entirely captivated. One afternoon, which lacked the sharp nip of an autumnal breeze, he studied with much interest a particular leaf. Blushed red, it still held some vestiges of the green of its summer self. Little Ed stared, gripping the leaf in his pudgy fingers, at it, while Mama and Sukey played a clapping game next to him. He stretch the leaf between his hands, giggling with delight as it tore in half.
After shredding the leaf further, taking particular pleasure in the way the bits of leaf fluttered from his little hands to the blanket on which he (and his mother and sister) sat. As he reached for a second leaf, intent on discovering whether it too would crumble in his grasp, something else caught his attention. Small--so small that it would fit easily in his palm--and bumpy, whatever it was sat on top of a brilliant scarlet leaf and was instantly more intriguing than the leaf itself.
Ed looked at it only a moment before reaching out a hand for the thing. Alas, before he could get hold, the thing lost its stone-like appearance and hopped away once from his hand. Though momentarily surprised by the thing's ability to move so, little Ed quickly regained his countenance and attempted once more. The child's try was not rebuffed a second time, and he soon held the creature in one paw. Realizing by instinct, as only a two year old child can, that attempts to further examine the thing by sight would lead to its hopping escape, Ed placed it in his mouth.
This action did not go unnoticed. "Mama, little Ed's eating a toad!" Sukey cried in horror, pointing an accusatory finger at her little brother, who gulped the now-named creature down. "Mama, he swallowed it!"
With the commencement of fall came one major change to the Poes' daily activities. A new one to the little brood, which now diminished in number by one each morn: Maria was sent to school.
Sukey found it most unacceptable and opined loudly that, if Mamie must be sent away, she, Susan, be allowed to accompany her. This suggestion was not met with approval, and so, robbed of her dearest playmate, Susan spent most mornings imitating a raincloud--though her demeanor generally improved by the midday meal. Recently transplanted as they were, the elder Poes (or at least Virginia) felt the weird of their younger daughter's loneliness, but there was little to be done for her at the time.
Aside from the occasional burst of histrionics, however, the daily routine altered little. Virginia mothered the little left-at-homes, while the elder Edgar (who was currently suffering a bout of melancholic genius requiring him to sequester himself from the rest of the household) appeared intermittently, a spectral figure haunting the rooms of their small home. The younger Edgar made little fuss at his eldest sister's absence. He was content to see her when she returned at the close of the day, particularly when there were so many other points of interest to be considered throughout the rest of the day.
The fact that the trees were growing more and more varied in colour, for instance, had him entirely captivated. One afternoon, which lacked the sharp nip of an autumnal breeze, he studied with much interest a particular leaf. Blushed red, it still held some vestiges of the green of its summer self. Little Ed stared, gripping the leaf in his pudgy fingers, at it, while Mama and Sukey played a clapping game next to him. He stretch the leaf between his hands, giggling with delight as it tore in half.
After shredding the leaf further, taking particular pleasure in the way the bits of leaf fluttered from his little hands to the blanket on which he (and his mother and sister) sat. As he reached for a second leaf, intent on discovering whether it too would crumble in his grasp, something else caught his attention. Small--so small that it would fit easily in his palm--and bumpy, whatever it was sat on top of a brilliant scarlet leaf and was instantly more intriguing than the leaf itself.
Ed looked at it only a moment before reaching out a hand for the thing. Alas, before he could get hold, the thing lost its stone-like appearance and hopped away once from his hand. Though momentarily surprised by the thing's ability to move so, little Ed quickly regained his countenance and attempted once more. The child's try was not rebuffed a second time, and he soon held the creature in one paw. Realizing by instinct, as only a two year old child can, that attempts to further examine the thing by sight would lead to its hopping escape, Ed placed it in his mouth.
This action did not go unnoticed. "Mama, little Ed's eating a toad!" Sukey cried in horror, pointing an accusatory finger at her little brother, who gulped the now-named creature down. "Mama, he swallowed it!"
