Vicious and frightening…more like tender and
comforting. When his ancestors ruled this Earth, he may have had an easier time
living up to his name. But growing up a wee bit under-developed, it is more
than likely he always had issues with body image. In fact, two inches in height
is quite a variance from average for his kind. It is unfortunate for him,
because his monstrous predecessors had no evolutionary contribution in his
modern development. A man in China decided his fate, pulling one lever after
another, watching boiling blue plastic trickle into a mold. When he finally
emerged, upright and frozen, he was no longer the fearsome creature one recalls
when hearing his name. In fact, hundreds, if not thousands, of his clones were
created after him. Red. Yellow. Orange. Green. Blue.
He balances upon his hind legs, arms too short
to have much visual impact. Yet, his stance suggests terror, or perhaps a puppy
begging for treats. His head is shaped like a hammer, a hammer that could not
even do the job at hand. His thick tail may be his only redeeming feature,
thrashing about…if it were not also immovable. The softness of his body reminds
one of an eraser, and appropriately so. His kind are always known for being
erased, wiped out…extinct.
Tiny creature adorning my office space, you
bring joy to me every day. I anxiously look at you in hopes of adding a bright
blue sparkle to my dreary day. As you lay in my palm, I am reminded that
everything, no matter how big or small, is transient. You make it acceptable to
hold onto one’s childhood, because you also represent fear. The fear of growing
up.
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