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When Mrs. Flashblade came to she immediately asked for her children. Mr. Flashblade told her that Canard had Nosedive and that WildWing was sleeping. She sat down and put her head in shoulders.
"Honey what's the matter", asked Mr. Flashblade.
"My own son doesn't know who I am", replied Mrs. Flashblade.
"It'll be okay."
"But I'm his mother! Do you have any idea what it feels like to give up work, social acquaintances, and basically a life for your children? Well you don't. And do you have any idea what it feels like to give up everything to raise this child who loves you, and whom you love and than one day have this child come back to you and not know who you are. Do you have any idea what that feels like?"
"Elaine you know I can't answer that."
"No really? Nosedive is my child!"
"As is WildWing."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"It means that WildWing is your child as well and not all of your attention should be focused onto Nosedive."
"What are you implying?"
"Nothing. I'm only saying that this wasn't WildWing's fault and as much you are proclaiming it to be."
"I am not!"
"Elaine, WildWing told me what happened. It had nothing to do with a battle, or an evil mission against the saurians. It had to do with Nosedive being careless, misbehaved, and unable to control himself and that is why your son is the way your son is."
Mrs. Flashblade looked away.
"You know it's so much easier to blame a twenty-one year old than a four year old. It's very difficult for me to be mad at a four-year-old."
"So you took it out on WildWing?"
Mrs. Flashblade nodded.
"Honey it's twelve at night, WildWing is outside in the rain because he's afraid to come inside, Nosedive won't sleep and is with Canard. I'm going to go fix some of this, you rest. I'll be right back."
"No. I'll make cookies, you go."
Mr. Flashblade nodded and left.
~Meanwhile~
"Nosedive", said Canard, "For the last time, there is nothing wrong with Wing."
"Uh-uh! You're wrong Nard! You're wevy (very) wevy (very) wrong! I want Wing!"
"Oh what's the use, okay fine let's go."
The two marched out into the rain over to a bench where WildWing had been sitting for the last half hour staring out into space.
Canard picked Nosedive up as he nudged his friend.
"Sorry Wing", said Canard, "Somebody couldn't resist."
"Ah that's okay", replied WildWing, "Come here Dive."
Surprisingly when WildWing extended his arms Nosedive shrunk back into Canard.
"Are you mad at me", asked Nosedive.
"No of course not", said WildWing very motherly, "Why would you think that?"
"Cause you were mean to me."
"When?"
"Inside."
"Oh that? I'm sorry Nosedive, come here and I'll explain."
WildWing extended his arms once more. This time Nosedive filled them.
"I let you two be", said Canard as he departed.
"You see", said WildWing waving his friend off, "I was just a little upset. I got mad at you and I shouldn't have. I wasn't really mad though Dive, just needed to blow off some steam. I'm sorry I chose you. I'm real sorry kiddo. Forgive me?"
"Yup."
Nosedive nestled into WildWing's sweatshirt blocking him from the rain.
"What's da (the) matta (matter) WiyaWing?"
"Nothing."
"Than why are you out in the rain getting rainy and rained on?"
WildWing smiled.
"I guess I am a little upset."
Nosedive perked up and rested his arms on WildWing's beak.
"Talks to me."
WildWing smiled. Out of nowhere a hand was placed on his shoulder. WildWing looked up to see his father.
"Can I sit here?"
"Dad. Yes of course!"
Mr. Flashblade took a seat.
"You know this isn't in my wildest dreams. I imagined you returning and having a huge celebration."
"Yeah me too."
WildWing looked away. Nosedive found a comfortable spot on his brother as the father picked the right words to say.
"You know Wing", said his father, "You're not used to getting yelled at by your mother."
"What?"
"You were always the best little son any mother could ever had. She never once in her life raised her voice to you. You were perfect. Nosedive on the other hand was the trouble maker?"
Nosedive picked his head up, "Who me?"
"Yes you", said his father poking his son in the stomach causing him into a fit of giggles.
The father picked up his son from WildWing.
"This one over here", he said pointing at Nosedive, "Was always getting in trouble. I remember that everyday I would come home from work and your mother would inform me that you brought home another A, and Nosedive pulled another prank. Your mother didn't even have the strength to yell at you because she was too busy yelling at this one!"
Nosedive looked up, "I didn't dos (do) anythings!"
"I beg to differ little man", said his father ruffling his hair. "Everyday you were a momma's boy-"
"I was not!"
"WildWing you can't deny that. You were always a momma's boy, and regardless of how much taller you get than your mother you will still be a momma's boy. You were always there for your mother, making her proud. That's why this came as such a shock to you."
WildWing thought about that for a minute. "Yeah I guess you're right."
"Well your mother and I are so proud of you WildWing. What you did, defending our nation, defending our pride, and defeating the saurians! WildWing, no parent could be anymore proud!"
"Don't ever listen to your father", said Mrs. Flashblade from behind.
WildWing scooted over and let his mother sit.
"Of course I am proud of you WildWing for all of those things that your father just mentioned, but as mother I am proud of other things."
"Like", asked both WildWing, and his father.
"Like the fact that you took your brother when he was asked to be left behind in the camps. Like the fact that you watched your brother for me when I wasn't able to. Like the fact that you took care of my son when I wasn't able to. And most of all, like the fact that when Nosedive became completely dependent on you, you WildWing Flashblade, took complete responsibility and brought this mischievous, zealous, child back with not even a scratch. Those reasons have made me so proud I cannot even begin to explain them."
"Really mom", asked WildWing.
"Yes of course."
The two of them hugged. Nosedive jumped out of his father's hold and ran over to the two of them and joined in the hug.
"You forgets me", cried Nosedive.
The Flashblade family laughed.
"You see", said the mother, "As your father helped me find out, it's much easier to blame an adult than a toddler."
"Yeah I know", said WildWing, "Trust me I know."
"Now let's say we go back inside", said Mrs. Flashblade, "I got cookies in the oven."
"Ooh my favorite!"
"WildWing," said Mrs. Flashblade, "I didn't even tell you what type of cookies I made."
"I know but it doesn't matter, all of your cooking is my favorite."
"Aw thank you honey!"
The father looked at WildWing, "Momma's boy", he said.
Next: Think its over? Not quite. Nosedive still didn't get his ice cream! And there is another restaurant scene! Don't they ever learn? Guess not. I'll try to have it up soon!
When Mrs. Flashblade came to she immediately asked for her children. Mr. Flashblade told her that Canard had Nosedive and that WildWing was sleeping. She sat down and put her head in shoulders.
"Honey what's the matter", asked Mr. Flashblade.
"My own son doesn't know who I am", replied Mrs. Flashblade.
"It'll be okay."
"But I'm his mother! Do you have any idea what it feels like to give up work, social acquaintances, and basically a life for your children? Well you don't. And do you have any idea what it feels like to give up everything to raise this child who loves you, and whom you love and than one day have this child come back to you and not know who you are. Do you have any idea what that feels like?"
"Elaine you know I can't answer that."
"No really? Nosedive is my child!"
"As is WildWing."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"It means that WildWing is your child as well and not all of your attention should be focused onto Nosedive."
"What are you implying?"
"Nothing. I'm only saying that this wasn't WildWing's fault and as much you are proclaiming it to be."
"I am not!"
"Elaine, WildWing told me what happened. It had nothing to do with a battle, or an evil mission against the saurians. It had to do with Nosedive being careless, misbehaved, and unable to control himself and that is why your son is the way your son is."
Mrs. Flashblade looked away.
"You know it's so much easier to blame a twenty-one year old than a four year old. It's very difficult for me to be mad at a four-year-old."
"So you took it out on WildWing?"
Mrs. Flashblade nodded.
"Honey it's twelve at night, WildWing is outside in the rain because he's afraid to come inside, Nosedive won't sleep and is with Canard. I'm going to go fix some of this, you rest. I'll be right back."
"No. I'll make cookies, you go."
Mr. Flashblade nodded and left.
~Meanwhile~
"Nosedive", said Canard, "For the last time, there is nothing wrong with Wing."
"Uh-uh! You're wrong Nard! You're wevy (very) wevy (very) wrong! I want Wing!"
"Oh what's the use, okay fine let's go."
The two marched out into the rain over to a bench where WildWing had been sitting for the last half hour staring out into space.
Canard picked Nosedive up as he nudged his friend.
"Sorry Wing", said Canard, "Somebody couldn't resist."
"Ah that's okay", replied WildWing, "Come here Dive."
Surprisingly when WildWing extended his arms Nosedive shrunk back into Canard.
"Are you mad at me", asked Nosedive.
"No of course not", said WildWing very motherly, "Why would you think that?"
"Cause you were mean to me."
"When?"
"Inside."
"Oh that? I'm sorry Nosedive, come here and I'll explain."
WildWing extended his arms once more. This time Nosedive filled them.
"I let you two be", said Canard as he departed.
"You see", said WildWing waving his friend off, "I was just a little upset. I got mad at you and I shouldn't have. I wasn't really mad though Dive, just needed to blow off some steam. I'm sorry I chose you. I'm real sorry kiddo. Forgive me?"
"Yup."
Nosedive nestled into WildWing's sweatshirt blocking him from the rain.
"What's da (the) matta (matter) WiyaWing?"
"Nothing."
"Than why are you out in the rain getting rainy and rained on?"
WildWing smiled.
"I guess I am a little upset."
Nosedive perked up and rested his arms on WildWing's beak.
"Talks to me."
WildWing smiled. Out of nowhere a hand was placed on his shoulder. WildWing looked up to see his father.
"Can I sit here?"
"Dad. Yes of course!"
Mr. Flashblade took a seat.
"You know this isn't in my wildest dreams. I imagined you returning and having a huge celebration."
"Yeah me too."
WildWing looked away. Nosedive found a comfortable spot on his brother as the father picked the right words to say.
"You know Wing", said his father, "You're not used to getting yelled at by your mother."
"What?"
"You were always the best little son any mother could ever had. She never once in her life raised her voice to you. You were perfect. Nosedive on the other hand was the trouble maker?"
Nosedive picked his head up, "Who me?"
"Yes you", said his father poking his son in the stomach causing him into a fit of giggles.
The father picked up his son from WildWing.
"This one over here", he said pointing at Nosedive, "Was always getting in trouble. I remember that everyday I would come home from work and your mother would inform me that you brought home another A, and Nosedive pulled another prank. Your mother didn't even have the strength to yell at you because she was too busy yelling at this one!"
Nosedive looked up, "I didn't dos (do) anythings!"
"I beg to differ little man", said his father ruffling his hair. "Everyday you were a momma's boy-"
"I was not!"
"WildWing you can't deny that. You were always a momma's boy, and regardless of how much taller you get than your mother you will still be a momma's boy. You were always there for your mother, making her proud. That's why this came as such a shock to you."
WildWing thought about that for a minute. "Yeah I guess you're right."
"Well your mother and I are so proud of you WildWing. What you did, defending our nation, defending our pride, and defeating the saurians! WildWing, no parent could be anymore proud!"
"Don't ever listen to your father", said Mrs. Flashblade from behind.
WildWing scooted over and let his mother sit.
"Of course I am proud of you WildWing for all of those things that your father just mentioned, but as mother I am proud of other things."
"Like", asked both WildWing, and his father.
"Like the fact that you took your brother when he was asked to be left behind in the camps. Like the fact that you watched your brother for me when I wasn't able to. Like the fact that you took care of my son when I wasn't able to. And most of all, like the fact that when Nosedive became completely dependent on you, you WildWing Flashblade, took complete responsibility and brought this mischievous, zealous, child back with not even a scratch. Those reasons have made me so proud I cannot even begin to explain them."
"Really mom", asked WildWing.
"Yes of course."
The two of them hugged. Nosedive jumped out of his father's hold and ran over to the two of them and joined in the hug.
"You forgets me", cried Nosedive.
The Flashblade family laughed.
"You see", said the mother, "As your father helped me find out, it's much easier to blame an adult than a toddler."
"Yeah I know", said WildWing, "Trust me I know."
"Now let's say we go back inside", said Mrs. Flashblade, "I got cookies in the oven."
"Ooh my favorite!"
"WildWing," said Mrs. Flashblade, "I didn't even tell you what type of cookies I made."
"I know but it doesn't matter, all of your cooking is my favorite."
"Aw thank you honey!"
The father looked at WildWing, "Momma's boy", he said.
Next: Think its over? Not quite. Nosedive still didn't get his ice cream! And there is another restaurant scene! Don't they ever learn? Guess not. I'll try to have it up soon!