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Friday, May 4, 2012

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Violet Finn Files {1::2}

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I walked up to the secretary, Ms. Hymumbobble, and greeted her as I normally have been doing for the past month or so.



“Good morning, Ms. Hymimbubble. How are you today?”



“Good morning, Violet, I’m fine, thank you,” she replied with a dry tone. “The mayor is currently occupied with another citizen. He’ll be with you in a moment. And for Pete’s sake (poor Pete), you perfectly well know that my name is Hymumbobble!”



“Whatever you say, Ms. –“but I didn’t even get a chance to make up another absurd name because at that moment, Morticia burst backwards (yes, I said backwards) through the mayor’s office doors. Walking backwards through the door while holding a clipboard with a pen attached to it with the mayor of your town shoving you is pretty tough. I can only do it frontwards.



“Ms. Insertia, please!” insisted Mayor Flagenstein. “I don’t have time to sign a petition to save chipmunk’s homes because there really aren’t any here in our town, and besides, I need to – ” he spotted Violet. “Uh, that is, I have an appointment with young Ms. Finn here.”



So that’s when I was ushered into his office and formally seated in one of the two chairs there. He sat across from me at his lovely mahogany desk and blew a sigh of relief.



“I have to say, thank you for your timing. I thought she would never stop rambling on. And I suppose you’re here for the permit?” he questioned.

“Why else would I be here? I’ve only been coming here every day for a month now to get you to sign a permit allowing me to ride Horneus in the streets.”



 “Oh Violet, you know we can’t have a 2.5 tons or so dangerous animal running amuck in our city streets. There isn’t even any space for him! I’m sorry, but we’ve argued about this enough. I might just have to ask for security next time.”



“Well mayor,” I replied icily, “I would definitely have to point out again that using specific roads and parks, there will only be a slight inconvenience to citizens and that I’ve trained Horneus well enough so that he will get used to the lights and noise quickly. He’s very good at adjusting, you know.”



Mayor Flagenstein said sarcastically, “Well, there is always the chance that some people might actually, believe or not, be surprised to see a rhino out on the streets with a 12-year-old girl riding him. Plus, there’s traffic to consider, the smell, and oh goodness, the poo!”



“Mayor!” I exclaimed angrily. “You should know by now that I am 14, people have seen stranger sights in other places, and I will clean up after him!” But alas, all this was wasted yet again as she was carried out by a burly security guard and a much skinnier one. The door to the building closed as she uttered the last words. She slowly started the now-familiar route back to the zoo through a late April drizzle.

I can’t believe how stupid he is! Doesn’t he know how much easier my life would be if I could just ride Horneus to school, train him to memorize the route, and have him go home on his own? Clearly not, as he would’ve certainly given me the permit to do so by now. Oh well, I guess I’ll just have to give him the bad news.



And that was precisely what Idid, which in turn made Horneus snort sadly and roll on the ground in exasperation. “I know, Horn, but we’d get in a lot of trouble without his permission.”



My mother walked in at that moment. “Same result today, honey?” she asked as she rebraided my long light brown hair.



“Yeah,” I sighed.



“You know, I have been thinking about your little problem for some time now, sweetheart,” she said.



I’d hardly call it a little problem, I thought.



“Still, there may be a way to turn this little predicament into an experiment,” Mrs. Finn announced with a smile.



My eyes lit up at the prospect. “How!?” I exclaimed with what might be called a mixture of joy and force. Let’s just call it forceful joy for now, okay?



“Well, I thought that maybe by pulling a few strings with the head of the zoo, Mr. Hendrickson, we could tell the mayor that this is really a critical assignment and that you were our ambassador. Nonetheless, I think he shall say we could have it, as long as you actually turn in reports and observations; I’m a smitch curious as to how this will turn out myself.”



“Oh, don’t worry about that mom; I’ll be glad to do that!” But then I remembered something. “Oh wait a sec, Mayor Flagenstein kicked me out again this afternoon.” The gleam faded from my pupils.



“Again? That’s the fifth time! Oh, don’t worry about it; I’ll just have a little chat about it with Mr. (George) Hendrickson later and we’ll have it done by tomorrow.”





Finally! I thought about the homework assignment on the way to the mayor’s office. Why was I on my way there? Well, be quiet so I can tell you! I’ll explain in due time, so be patient! I have a way to intimidate my classmates, not to mention the rest of the school, and hopefully get that creepy Mindy out of the way! In a way, I thought Mindy was just too nice, too sincere; there HAD to be something wrong with her.

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