Ronnie

Sam Appleton 15 ugly smart-ass city, double-personality, got a tail

Ronald 2 fat, short, rather cute; very, very caring; countryside; obsessed with eating spaghetti; green skin

Little Ronald, or Ronnie, was the most adorable child in the town. His cherubic chubby arms would stretch out, asking for a hug. His smile and laughter delighted anyone who holds him. Ronnie was 2, and was not old enough to understand the worries of the world. He did sense though, how his parents would often sigh at night. Ronnie would crawl to his parents as fast as he can, and would try to bring smiles to their faces in any way he could. Ronnie would sing a tune, or pat his parents. (This took him some effort, because they were too high for him to reach)

Sometimes he would find his ‘treasures’ to give his parents – flowers, small animals, a piece of bark, and all the small things around the town that could only be seen by Ronnie. As the townspeople go farming, they would see Ronnie trying to pull the worm out of the muddy ground. He made them smile all the time. Ronnie still had to drink milk, that was for sure, but he was slowly learning how to eat other ‘adult food’, and was proud of it. His number 1 cuisine was spaghetti. The red sauce would make a contrast with his skin color, a smooth, glowing glimpse of green. On his 2^nd Christmas, people would gather around Ronnie’s house and would laugh jolly at this Christmas-colored boy, who had tomato sauce all over his green face.

His parents would also give him warm smiles, but often they wondered – there was no school in this small countryside town, and he would have to go out of town to attend school when he reaches the age of 7. In this town where people were accustomed to surprises, Ronnie was just a ‘cute green angel’. “There are black people, white people, red people, and even yellow people around the world, so why not green?” They’d say.

Outside? His parents could guess what they’d call him – some kind of monster, probably, like Hulk, or Shrek, depending on whether Ronnie develops muscles or not. If somehow he loses all his fat, then he’d be named some kind of Alien.

So Mr. and Mrs. Appletons again spent the night trying to solve this. Should they do home school? But both of them didn’t even go to universities, and they wanted best education for their son. They dreamed of Ronnie going to college, even graduate school. Perhaps he’d be a doctor, or a cook – he certainly was smart. Mrs. Appleton was secretly dreaming Ronnie being a teacher, whom she considered the hero of the society. But a green teacher? Who’d accept such? Mrs. Appleton softly wiped sauce out of Ronnie, who was sound asleep. Then Ronnie woke up, saw the worried look in his mother and gave her the biggest smile he could give. She laughed.

“Perhaps you are out-of-this-world, Ronnie, you are.”