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It was shaping up to be an peaceful evening, ol' pappy bon bon thought to himself, as he sat on the porch of his humble old abode. The sun had yet go go down completely, but had long since started doing that thing where it turned all different colors just before it slipped behind the horizon. It was juuuuust still bright enough to cast everything in a big ol' rainbow of colors, especially with it sparkling off the waters of the lake that marked the edge of his property.
The little youngins, his ever-adorable and incessantly noisy and exhausting to handle grandchildren, were running amok out in the yard among the sugarbushes. One of them had climbed up a cookie tree, and much to the chagrin of her younger siblings was refusing to throw down any treats as had been promised. Kids and their antics.
From inside his old shack — he refused to call it anything else, despite that it had long since evolved and been expanded to a rather sprawling ranch house — there drifted the tantalizing, nearly unbearable aroma of slowly baking sweetbread, made with authentic sweets, picked right from his own fields. None of that ridiculous animal organ nonsense around here. Pappy bon bon might not have seen eye to eye with his children on some things, but by gum if they didn't know how to make a right proper sweetbread. That was going to be a real delight to look forward to, come dinner time.
....but far, far in the skies above dear ol' pappy bon bon, something entirely unexpected was brewing.
"Hey, grampaw!" one of the youngins called out, dashing up to him to incessantly badger the old candy with several quick tip-tap pokes to his arm. "Paw paw, paw paw!" he yammered on, adding in a few tugs on the old timer's sleeve for good measure.
With a positively beard-ruffling, wheezing sigh, ol' pappy bon bon ceased his chair from rocking and curled one bushy eyebrow up, his startlingly clear, bright gold eye peering out of its deep shadows. "Eh? Whassamatter, youngin?"
"I saw something really weird, grampaw!" the child said, at mercifully only half-shouting volume. "Up there! Look, paw, look!" And he tugged on his grandpa's arm with one hand, pointing eagerly and exitedly out toward a little rise of a hill in the yard. "You gotta come see, grampaw!"
"Hold yer dang horses, now...." pappy bon bon grumbled, reaching a gnarled and pockmarked hand out to grab his candy cane. "You know pappy ain't what he used ta be." With only a moderate chorus of crinkling and creaking of his old joints, the venerable old candy heaved himself from his rocking chair, fishing a pair of spectacles from his beard and fumbling them over his eyes. "Now what's this ya found that's so important?"
"It's something up in the sky! You gotta come see!" the child excitedly chattered on before half-skipping and half-running back into the yard, only stumbling once into a faceplant before managing to reach the hill in question.
With a noise somewhere between disgruntled grumbling at being hauled out of his late afternoon definitely-resting-and-not-napping, and chuckling in amusement at the antics of his bumbling grandkids, the old bon bon trudged down his front steps and across the yard. Though his posture was hunched and his legs shaky, his cane was mostly for balance, and his awkward shuffling pace carried him across the yard at a surprisingly brisk pace. He was only a few moments behind the full gathering of the youngins at the top of the hill, tromping up to stand amongst them. Folding one arm behind his back to help prop up his stooping posture (with only half a dozen jittering cracks and pops from his positively ancient wrapper and spine, no less!), he stood up as straight as he could manage.
Peering up at the sky where his excitedly yammering and squealing grandchildren were all focused at, pointing it out and incessantly chattering about what it might have been, his old eyes slowly went wide. The gleaming blue light reflected in his old spectacles, making his bright yellow eyes sparkle with energy that he hadn't expressed in nearly forty years. "Well by gum! Wouldja lookit that, it's a shootin' star!" And he jabbed his cane into the earth, doing a quick heel-clicking hop. "I ain't seen one'a them in 'least fifty-some years, now!"
"A shooting star?!" came the squealing, delighted chorus from the gathered youngins. "Oh, we should make a wish! Right, grampaw?!"
"Yer darn tootin', little 'un!" the old candy agreed with a guffaw. "Jus' remember, don't tell no one what ya wish for, or else it won't come true!"
The kids all lapsed into fervent whispering, hands clasping and rubbing together as they feverishly worked their little child minds for something to wish for. Ol' pappy bon bon, though, just lifted his rheumy eyes back up to stare at the so-called shooting star, raking the gnarled fingers of one hand through his beard. Now what could an old codger of a candy like him wish for, anyway...?
"Um....grampaw?" one of the youngins spoke up a moment later, tugging at the old candy's sleeve.
Casting his eyes down to the child in question, one of the younger girls of the gaggle of children, he peered at her out of his good eye. "Whatsit, little 'un?"
"Is it supposed to be getting closer?"
"Eh? Closer?" Pappy bon bon lifted his eyes back to the sky, squinting intently and adjusting his spectacles to try and get a good look. And sure enough...it was definitely getting closer. "Well, I'll be...it sure does look like it's gettin' closer, don't it?" he murmured. Once upon a time, ol pappy bon bon had been a proud member of the military serving in the capital. He was in charge of some pretty gnarly stuff, too, as the kids said at the time. It had given him an appreciation for, and understanding of, planning and plotting out trajectories and impacts of random falling objects in the sky. Had to know what you needed to shoot down, and what would just smash up the countryside and make a new lake or something, after all.
As he ran his fingers through his beard in agitated thought, his aging mind struggling to recall the math and perform the mental gymnastics to solve it all, his watery eyes and spectacles formed a near perfect mirror for the gleaming bright comet of blue light to shine against.
"Shouldn't need ta worry, now, youngins," he finally spoke up, with a slow nod. "It'll be coming down somewhere close by, but we ain't got not to fear. Unless yer averse to a little dirt shower." He hawed aloud at that, pointedly tapping his cane on the ground for emphasis. That drew a cascading ripple of giggles and laughs from the grandkids, the brief unease stirred by the youngest seemingly put to rest. "But why don't all'a y'all run on inside fer now, eh? Go git to washin' up and ready for dinner, ''fore you all wind up needin' a bath from when this thing hits wherever it's gonna land!"
"Okay, grampaw!" came the disappointed wail, as they all started to traipse back toward the house.
Pappy bon bon watched them go for a moment, before turning his face back toward the so-called shooting star, one eyebrow arched high to leave his eye clear, staring intently at it. In the time since he had distracted the kids and sent them off, it had rather pointedly and obviously burst into flame, trailing a brilliant streamer of red and white in its wake as it streaked through the sky.
"Gonna be somewhere near the lake...." he muttered, a frown creasing his face as his face dropped, his bushy eyebrows sinking low to shroud his eyes once more. And here he had been hoping to be able to take everyone out to the lake for a nice family outing, tomorrow.
This was ridiculous.
The little youngins, his ever-adorable and incessantly noisy and exhausting to handle grandchildren, were running amok out in the yard among the sugarbushes. One of them had climbed up a cookie tree, and much to the chagrin of her younger siblings was refusing to throw down any treats as had been promised. Kids and their antics.
From inside his old shack — he refused to call it anything else, despite that it had long since evolved and been expanded to a rather sprawling ranch house — there drifted the tantalizing, nearly unbearable aroma of slowly baking sweetbread, made with authentic sweets, picked right from his own fields. None of that ridiculous animal organ nonsense around here. Pappy bon bon might not have seen eye to eye with his children on some things, but by gum if they didn't know how to make a right proper sweetbread. That was going to be a real delight to look forward to, come dinner time.
....but far, far in the skies above dear ol' pappy bon bon, something entirely unexpected was brewing.
"Hey, grampaw!" one of the youngins called out, dashing up to him to incessantly badger the old candy with several quick tip-tap pokes to his arm. "Paw paw, paw paw!" he yammered on, adding in a few tugs on the old timer's sleeve for good measure.
With a positively beard-ruffling, wheezing sigh, ol' pappy bon bon ceased his chair from rocking and curled one bushy eyebrow up, his startlingly clear, bright gold eye peering out of its deep shadows. "Eh? Whassamatter, youngin?"
"I saw something really weird, grampaw!" the child said, at mercifully only half-shouting volume. "Up there! Look, paw, look!" And he tugged on his grandpa's arm with one hand, pointing eagerly and exitedly out toward a little rise of a hill in the yard. "You gotta come see, grampaw!"
"Hold yer dang horses, now...." pappy bon bon grumbled, reaching a gnarled and pockmarked hand out to grab his candy cane. "You know pappy ain't what he used ta be." With only a moderate chorus of crinkling and creaking of his old joints, the venerable old candy heaved himself from his rocking chair, fishing a pair of spectacles from his beard and fumbling them over his eyes. "Now what's this ya found that's so important?"
"It's something up in the sky! You gotta come see!" the child excitedly chattered on before half-skipping and half-running back into the yard, only stumbling once into a faceplant before managing to reach the hill in question.
With a noise somewhere between disgruntled grumbling at being hauled out of his late afternoon definitely-resting-and-not-napping, and chuckling in amusement at the antics of his bumbling grandkids, the old bon bon trudged down his front steps and across the yard. Though his posture was hunched and his legs shaky, his cane was mostly for balance, and his awkward shuffling pace carried him across the yard at a surprisingly brisk pace. He was only a few moments behind the full gathering of the youngins at the top of the hill, tromping up to stand amongst them. Folding one arm behind his back to help prop up his stooping posture (with only half a dozen jittering cracks and pops from his positively ancient wrapper and spine, no less!), he stood up as straight as he could manage.
Peering up at the sky where his excitedly yammering and squealing grandchildren were all focused at, pointing it out and incessantly chattering about what it might have been, his old eyes slowly went wide. The gleaming blue light reflected in his old spectacles, making his bright yellow eyes sparkle with energy that he hadn't expressed in nearly forty years. "Well by gum! Wouldja lookit that, it's a shootin' star!" And he jabbed his cane into the earth, doing a quick heel-clicking hop. "I ain't seen one'a them in 'least fifty-some years, now!"
"A shooting star?!" came the squealing, delighted chorus from the gathered youngins. "Oh, we should make a wish! Right, grampaw?!"
"Yer darn tootin', little 'un!" the old candy agreed with a guffaw. "Jus' remember, don't tell no one what ya wish for, or else it won't come true!"
The kids all lapsed into fervent whispering, hands clasping and rubbing together as they feverishly worked their little child minds for something to wish for. Ol' pappy bon bon, though, just lifted his rheumy eyes back up to stare at the so-called shooting star, raking the gnarled fingers of one hand through his beard. Now what could an old codger of a candy like him wish for, anyway...?
"Um....grampaw?" one of the youngins spoke up a moment later, tugging at the old candy's sleeve.
Casting his eyes down to the child in question, one of the younger girls of the gaggle of children, he peered at her out of his good eye. "Whatsit, little 'un?"
"Is it supposed to be getting closer?"
"Eh? Closer?" Pappy bon bon lifted his eyes back to the sky, squinting intently and adjusting his spectacles to try and get a good look. And sure enough...it was definitely getting closer. "Well, I'll be...it sure does look like it's gettin' closer, don't it?" he murmured. Once upon a time, ol pappy bon bon had been a proud member of the military serving in the capital. He was in charge of some pretty gnarly stuff, too, as the kids said at the time. It had given him an appreciation for, and understanding of, planning and plotting out trajectories and impacts of random falling objects in the sky. Had to know what you needed to shoot down, and what would just smash up the countryside and make a new lake or something, after all.
As he ran his fingers through his beard in agitated thought, his aging mind struggling to recall the math and perform the mental gymnastics to solve it all, his watery eyes and spectacles formed a near perfect mirror for the gleaming bright comet of blue light to shine against.
"Shouldn't need ta worry, now, youngins," he finally spoke up, with a slow nod. "It'll be coming down somewhere close by, but we ain't got not to fear. Unless yer averse to a little dirt shower." He hawed aloud at that, pointedly tapping his cane on the ground for emphasis. That drew a cascading ripple of giggles and laughs from the grandkids, the brief unease stirred by the youngest seemingly put to rest. "But why don't all'a y'all run on inside fer now, eh? Go git to washin' up and ready for dinner, ''fore you all wind up needin' a bath from when this thing hits wherever it's gonna land!"
"Okay, grampaw!" came the disappointed wail, as they all started to traipse back toward the house.
Pappy bon bon watched them go for a moment, before turning his face back toward the so-called shooting star, one eyebrow arched high to leave his eye clear, staring intently at it. In the time since he had distracted the kids and sent them off, it had rather pointedly and obviously burst into flame, trailing a brilliant streamer of red and white in its wake as it streaked through the sky.
"Gonna be somewhere near the lake...." he muttered, a frown creasing his face as his face dropped, his bushy eyebrows sinking low to shroud his eyes once more. And here he had been hoping to be able to take everyone out to the lake for a nice family outing, tomorrow.
This was ridiculous.