Jeremy the Crow, Part II

6 Feb

[Continued from here.]


“Oh Jeremy,” wailed Mamacita, “Crows can’t forget to fly!” as she bandaged his swollen leg and tattered wing with velvety catnip leaves. The little fellow hung his head in shame and feared he’d never see the outside world again. His leg throbbed painfully, but he put up a brave front and lay quietly in bed as Mamacita went about her chores. The days passed. With his siblings gone, the nest was quieter and Jeremy lay watching racing clouds during the day and colorful kites in the evenings. He felt much better, but his leg wasn’t any stronger. Every time he tried to stand up, it would give way and he would tilt lopsidedly on his good leg. His right wing wouldn’t open out fully and he’d eventually give up after hours of trying. “Look, Mamacita!” he’d say in those early days, when he still believed he could fly, but soon the disappointment in his mother’s eyes became more painful than his battered body and he gave up.

Mamacita, in her defense, was a practical crow. She knew she wouldn’t be around forever and that Jeremy needed to make the best of the situation and learn to look after himself. And so, with much goading and prodding, she taught him how to half-climb, half-tumble out of their home and hop along the ledge that ran below it. Soon, Jeremy was confidently making forays into the neighborhood dustbins, feasting on leftover meat and scraps of Chinese takeaway. He grew into a handsome bird with glossy, inky feathers, shiny, alert eyes and a face wiser than his years. He was happy with his own company and would spend hours watching children at play and cars trundling past the barricade on Glen Gate Street.

One particular game intrigued Jeremy. The children threw a pebble onto a square on the ground, raised a leg and hopped over to that square, whipping around and hopping back to pick up the pebble. They reminded Jeremy of himself, and he edged nearer to the park to see them. He was usually careful not to get too close, because he couldn’t fly away like other crows, and he preferred to watch from behind the safety of a bush. Today, however, there were fewer children in the play area, as most of them were attending D Baby’s birthday party, and Jeremy felt bolder. After quickly checking that no one was looking, he hopped onto the fake turf with its chalk pattern.

(concluding part coming up…..)

13 Responses to “Jeremy the Crow, Part II”

  1. M.... February 6, 2009 at 3:49 am #

    Tell me more Tell me more… ( am grooving to Grease too now ) 🙂

  2. Piper.. February 6, 2009 at 9:11 am #

    🙂 wondering what the end`s gonna be like. Dont make it sad. Please 🙂

  3. Mamma Mia! Me a Mamma?!? February 6, 2009 at 9:26 am #

    Ooooo! *squealing like an excited child* you are too good! Can’t wait for part three!

  4. Shivani February 6, 2009 at 12:28 pm #

    Ahh.. the childhood of pebbles & chalked patterns…. So distant ! 😦
    Thanks for the nostalgia OJ

  5. Anindita Sengupta February 6, 2009 at 2:42 pm #

    Ow…you sadist!! Hurry up and post the next part… 🙂

  6. Serendipity February 6, 2009 at 3:48 pm #

    yay. concluding part to be posted soon please. 🙂
    and like Piper said, no sad. pwettypwease

  7. sukanya February 6, 2009 at 9:42 pm #

    wow this is getting interesting…

    you clever woman…you got us hooked! and i will quote Piper…please dont make it sad..we are suckers for happy endings!!!

    you have written quite a few short stories now havent you…ever thought of publishing them? you need to…you are depriving people-they need to be aware of your talent.

    and no i dont dance, i ‘jump’ and if you call that dancing i wud be happy to give u a lesson or two…i charge btw:-)

  8. DewdropDream February 7, 2009 at 7:12 am #

    I shall wait for the concluding part to be posted and then erm … say what I do. Meantime, you’ve been tagged by me.

  9. Nino's Mum February 7, 2009 at 9:29 am #

    OJ, quickly pen a book for children, will you?
    That way we can read all your stories at one go.
    This is sadistic – this tease play 🙂

  10. Orange Jammies February 8, 2009 at 10:52 pm #

    M: ….did you get very far? ……like does he have a car? uhuh, dum dum uhuh…..

    Piper: Sheesh, all ye suckers for happy endings!

    M4: Even my kiddies don’t squeal. 😀 And they’re the target audience.

    Shivani: Aww, I know. Hopscotch on the beach was a staple every summer vacation .

    Anindita: Coming, coming…

    Serendipity: I guess I’ll have to. Or else you’ll make good your threat of bundling me up and taking me home. 😛

    sukanya: Bleddy hell, gimme back my stories! 😡 Charge, if you please. Hmph!

    DewdropDream: Erm…okay. 🙂 Will take up the tag shortly.

    Nino’s Mum: I can’t possibly tell any publisher 3 and a half bloggers would like to read my book.

  11. Aunty G February 9, 2009 at 12:33 am #

    So, doughty Jeremy does progress
    And OJ hooks us, in the process
    She weaves a fair tale
    Hopscotch memories hail
    And into childhood we all regress.

  12. Orange Jammies February 9, 2009 at 9:03 pm #

    Aunty G: Oh, I’m all for kiddie tales for adults. I think we deserve them for wading through adulthood.


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