1/04/01: Two Stories about Maya
Today I'm going to tell you two stories about Maya, who is someone you don't know. In fact, I myself have not seen her in years. I would love to see her. She's a wonderful girl.
She came to mind because Andy said he wanted us to send in little scraps of conversation that we hear. I was going to tell him this story, which is about Maya, but it's such a great little story I decided to keep it for my own site.
So you can picture Maya, she's like, six feet tall, with really long, really thick and shiny black hair, and she wears long skirts and shirts that lace up and stuff. One day in high school, one of those sudden silences fell. You know, one of those silences, where only one person is left saying something and everyone can hear that person? Well, yes, that happened. And Maya could clearly be heard saying, "...and I had a hickey on my thigh!" And she didn't care. That's how cool Maya is.
The other story about Maya is the story of the bunny. Maya is an animal person. Hers is one of those houses with any number and variety of animal. Little wounded things and homeless creatures. So naturally when Maya's boss's dog killed a mamma bunny and most of the baby bunnies, Maya was entrusted with the care of the one remaining baby bunny. It was a little brown fuzzy thing that you could fit in your hand, even if your hands, like mine, are "wee little hands". (That's what Pete, my new Irish friend, calls them.) I saw the bunny every day because Maya brought it to school with her. No one minded, even the fiercest hardcase teacher, because it was Maya and because it was a baby bunny. Sometimes she carried it in a tiny cage filled with cotton and little scraps of lettuce. But most of the time she just tucked it into her bra, because that kept it nice and warm and safe. And every guy who saw her said the same thing. "Oh, to be a bunny."
Those are the two stories about Maya.
Hope that contents you for a while. :)