The Animal Game

You know what the greatest game I ever played is? The Animal Game. You stand in a circle, with one person in the middle. That person points at people and says one of four animals. If the animal is elephant, horse, or bunny, you and the two people next to you have to form that animal. If the animal is donkey, you and those same two people have to stand still.

I really like that game, but it kinda makes me wonder. How many people will remember me?

In the animal game, you only ever affect two other people. Sure, if one of those people gets out, than you effect someone else.

But it's still only two at a time.

I made a list once, when I was in a bad mood. It was of all the people I think will remember me. In a good way, not an "Oh yeah, the little green kid who stopped my evil plan." sort of way. It looked like this:

The Doom Patrol.

The Teen Titans.

Random civilians.

Terra

Terra

Terra

Yeah, I crossed Terra's name out three times.

The first name is for the first time I met her. It's crossed out because she ran away.

The second name is for when she joined the Titans. It's crossed out because, well, you know.

She betrayed us.

But I wrote it again after she turned to stone. Because I know she remembers me.

Well, I thought she did.

Then I met that girl. Maybe she really wasn't Terra but, if she was, did she just… Forget?

Is forgetting that easy?

Later that day, I crossed out her name again.

And than I threw the list away.

In The Animal Game, it's easy to forget the animals. People get out that way all the time.

But not me. I never forget them. Maybe it's because I've actually been an elephant.

And an elephant never forgets.

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Author's Notes

As I am writing this, it is July 10th, 2006. I wrote Wax Museum exactly one year ago, on July 10th 2005.

Anyway, I have mixed feelings on this story. I do not really think it sounds all that much like Beast Boy, but it does touch on what I consider an important flaw of his: He never lets go. It sounds more like something that would be used to describe Robin, but Beast Boy doesn't let go either. (Besides, Robin never gives up, which is a little different. But that's another rant entirely.) In Things Change, Beast Boy went insane trying to prove that "Terra" was Terra, and he refused to believe that it could possibly be any other way.

Okay, my little Beast Boy psychological analysis rant thing is done now.

All in all, I think I did all right considering that I do not really feel like have the greatest grasp on Beast Boy's character. It was a challenge.

Really, I just wanted to write this in honor of Wax Museum's one-year anniversary.

I should make this a tradition.

Special thanks to my brother and my dad for helping edit this.