F Trope:
transmutation (reference: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Transmutation)
“Transmutation circle, a circle used to perform alchemy” I think I’m going to mine THIS idea in
various ways for a while!
Current Event: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hZjp32EiTzM
Ishaq ibn Musa -- IM to his friends --skimmed Treeflicks, trying to find something interesting. Meitreyi Nur Jehan, his best friend at Obama Middle School.
IM stopped suddenly and said, "Hey, look at this!" It was a flik of a person drawing something called a transmutation circle.
He got the
measurements and veeked – visually communicated – with Meity J and told her to
meet him at a nearby playground after school...
Meity waited for
Immy with her arms folded over her chest. It was cold today, even though it was
late August. “So much for Anthropogenic Global Cooling,” she muttered. She
veeked him again, but he wasn’t answering.
Suddenly someone
behind her shouted, “Boo!”
Meity J turned
around and said, “It’s not even close to Halloween yet Immy.”
He grunted and
said, “Who spat in your bean curd?”
“No one! It’s
just that I have a hundred things to do before school starts next Tuesday!”
“Like what?
We’re just starting a new school. Nothing’s going to be different...”
"Except in high
school, we might actually get to see a physical teacher!”
He grunted and
put down a small plastic bucket. His jacket bulged in odd directions, as if he
were carrying packages underneath. “That has about as much of a chance
happening as me turning you into an oriole.”
“Orioles are
extinct,” she said, irritated that he chose NOW to pick on her favorite extinct
animal. “That was really mean of you.”
“What,” he said,
straightening up, “If I told you I could turn a pigeon into an oriole?”
“I’d say, ‘fat
lot of good that will do the species!’ You can’t repopulate a species with one
bird, stupid!”
With a flourish,
he reached under his jacket and pulled out a plastic box. Inside, something
brilliantly orange and black squirmed. He said, “What if you had one male and
one female?” He popped the top off and an oriole – the first one Meity J had
seen since she was a kindergartner and her director had used query markers on
colorful birds to lead the class to a discussion about ‘extinction’ – flew out.
He removed another box. This one had a pigeon in it.
“What are you
going to do with that thing?”
He grinned, set the
box down and started clearing a circle on the concrete game square. “We’re
going to make a transmutation square and start making orioles out of pigeons!”
Meity J scowled
for a bit, then said…
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