Figment ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Mellan
Ah, spring! That most magical time of year when a young man's fancy turns to love!
Of course, Figment Bluefrill had always been more "young" than "man." In his particular case, the thing his fancy turned to was chasing Mr. Wilsons about the park, teasing their tails with tiny ripples of psychic energy.
Mellan Bluefrill watched with some distress as his brother besieged the pigeons. "Hey, Fig, be nice," he said, watching a coffee-colored Mr. Wilson start. Figment had hooked a bit of telekinesis under its collar, and the shocked bird was flapping about under the weight of an invisible hand. Figment released his mind's grip, and the bird went soaring off, shaking its feathers in annoyance.
"I'm not tryin' to hurt 'em," Figment said.
"I'm only havin' a little fun. What's so wrong about that, huh? I bet they think it's funny."
Mellan looked up at Figment suspiciously, but did not reply.
"You think Mom an' Dad'll be back soon?" Figment sat down and looked skyward.
"I hope so. I'm gettin' kinda bored," Mellan sighed. For him, obviously, chasing Mr. Wilsons was out of the question.
"Maybe we should look for something to do in the meantime," Figment suggested.
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