Angels in Stardust Page #6

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a screech owl,

they flew out there

to try to get that fire.

And, Raven used to be white,

tried to pick that fire up,

and he burned hisself,

and that's why he's black now.

Oh.

Yeah, and Screech Owl,

he rubbed his eyes

so hard from all that smoke,

that now that's why owls

got the big old eyes.

Hoo!

Hoo!

Hoo!

Anyway, they couldn't find

a way to pick up that fire.

So finally a water spider...

she came crawling

across that water.

She spun a tutsi bowl

on her back.

A what bowl?

Tutsi bowl.

Mean like a Tootsie Roll?

No, it's just a bowl.

It's not important.

Can I finish my story?

I just don't get

the Tootsie Roll part.

Forget that.

This is a plain old bowl, okay?

Okay.

All right.

So that water spider,

she... she put that ember

in her tut...

in a bowl and brought it

back across the water

to all the other creatures,

and forever after,

that's how the world had fire.

Do Indians believe that?

Eh, not so much anymore,

but that's

a pretty good story, eh?

It's okay.

Not as good as those

Saturday-morning cartoons,

I suppose?

Not the "X-Men."

Shoot.

You didn't tell your mother about

him hanging around Tenkill?

Nah, 'course not.

She'd be pissed.

That a mighty queer family.

Mother's hot for cowboys,

and brother's

chasing after an Injun.

Well, Mom thinks he's slow.

Doesn't seem like she'd

know too much about that.

No...

but schoolwise, he's rickety.

Pleasant's teacher and I

feel that he needs

tutoring, Mrs. Russell,

in a special education school.

That's for retards, ain't it?

Challenged is the term.

I think that it would be

better for his self-esteem

if he were with children

who didn't outperform him.

You think it'll be better

for Pleasant's self-esteem

to be situated

with a bunch of morons?

I think that's not the best way

of looking at it, Mrs. Russell.

Well, you look at it any way you want to,

okay?

I'm gonna need to think on it.

Um, but you won't be kicking my boy out,

will you?

No. No,

of course not.

Okay. Thank you.

Come on.

...part with the

father rescuing...

There you are.

Hi, Ma.

Hello, Mrs. Russell.

Hello. Ready?

I was hoping

I could talk with you.

Oh? You're not

gonna tell me

my girl's an idiot, are you?

Oh, my gosh, no.

Why would I say that?

She's quite talented.

Really?

Yes. Vallie is

a very good writer.

In fact, she wrote a story

I'd like to enter

in a national contest.

What's that gonna cost?

Well, um,

I'm sure the school can pay any fees.

Okay, then.

Uh, you should really think

about sending Vallie

to the Latin School

in Oklahoma City.

Latin? What good's

that gonna do her?

That's just the name

of the school, Mrs. Russell.

Miss.

Oh, I'm sorry. I...

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