[Being best friends with an elephant honestly didn't sound very strange to him-- but he fails to realize that he maybe might not have a very normal perspective on life from where he's currently standing.]
There were a few others. They were a little older than me, but we still hung out together. They were my friends, just not my best friends. And a lot of them had to help their parents with their acts too, so sometimes they were too busy, or I was too busy.
[He can't really remember most of their names anymore. Tries to, but most of them are on the tip of his tongue that he can't quite get to tumble out, and besides-- Titus is distracting him from his concentration.
He looks at the big dog curiously, initially drawing his hand away as if he thinks he might be in Titus' way. But Titus seems very insistent, and when he doesn't appear satisfied from Richard withdrawing, he reaches out to lightly tug the stick out of Titus' hand instead, like what Damian had been doing not a minute earlier. He draws his arm back, and throws the stick straight through the air as far as he can, momentarily enthralled by the thrill of exertion on his muscles.
Maybe it's being able to walk around and listen to the crunch of the snow, or if it's thanks to watching the dog run back and forth, or maybe it's that talking about it more starts to make it a bit easier; but the details start to flow a little more from his previous restraint.]
The elephant's name was Zitka. [Names were harder to dust off from his memory, but he could do it with a bit of effort.] I could still go talk to her when the other kids were busy, so I guess she was like Titus too. But she was too big to play fetch.
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There were a few others. They were a little older than me, but we still hung out together. They were my friends, just not my best friends. And a lot of them had to help their parents with their acts too, so sometimes they were too busy, or I was too busy.
[He can't really remember most of their names anymore. Tries to, but most of them are on the tip of his tongue that he can't quite get to tumble out, and besides-- Titus is distracting him from his concentration.
He looks at the big dog curiously, initially drawing his hand away as if he thinks he might be in Titus' way. But Titus seems very insistent, and when he doesn't appear satisfied from Richard withdrawing, he reaches out to lightly tug the stick out of Titus' hand instead, like what Damian had been doing not a minute earlier. He draws his arm back, and throws the stick straight through the air as far as he can, momentarily enthralled by the thrill of exertion on his muscles.
Maybe it's being able to walk around and listen to the crunch of the snow, or if it's thanks to watching the dog run back and forth, or maybe it's that talking about it more starts to make it a bit easier; but the details start to flow a little more from his previous restraint.]
The elephant's name was Zitka. [Names were harder to dust off from his memory, but he could do it with a bit of effort.] I could still go talk to her when the other kids were busy, so I guess she was like Titus too. But she was too big to play fetch.