After a great show with the forgetful storyteller and performance guide helping, I heard a odd noise from backstage. At first I thought it could be a moth child acting silly or one of the clumsy actors tripping over something but the noise happened again. I went in to investigate the disturbance. I wandered around backstage where sets where ready to roll in and levers and pullies attached to ropes almost everywhere. However no one was there. Everyone had left to go on break after the performance. Just as I was thinking myself crazy, I heard the noise again. It was coming from the prop closet.
Walking towards the closet I turn my head to see and I pull away the small certain to look in. A little boy with a big red jester hat on sits in the dimly lit room. He tucks something under his butt as he sees me. I give a small wave and the boy scrappers away. I am very confused. Poor boy looks dirty and starved and what he has managed to get on is basically just stuff he threw on himself. Does he even know English? I wonder.
"Hello?" I greet as sweetly as I can. He just stares and then slowly mimics my wave back at me. I smile and he shyly smiles back. I slowly approach the half dressed boy hoping to help him get dressed in some proper clothes.
"Meep!" He cheeps surprised and scared.
"No need to be afraid," I comfort him as I inch closer. Slowly I get close enough to touch him and I reach my hand out gently. He slowly grabs my hand. "I'm going to help you get dressed ok? Most of these clothes aren't fit to wear day to day," I say trying to remove his hat but he tries to bite me when I get near it. I pull back instinctively. His scared little face is heartbreakingly cute. We just sit for a few minutes getting used to each other so he gets comfortable with me. He looks very young and I do not know where he came from at all.
"Where are your parents?" I ask. He just stares. "Can I help you with your clothing?" He nods slowly. Finally I get to help with his clothes. Apparently he can understand me, well sort of.
I get him in some decent clothes but he refuses to let me touch his hat. He also doesn't let his back face me which I'm fine with. I have several little brothers so I'm ok with seeing someone very young being half naked in a room with me. Since I'm helping him out. He insists on the baggy pants tho because he kept grabbing them when I tried to get him in something else.
"Hay you ok back there?" A tech helper asks from outside.
"I'm fine! Go on! I'm gonna head home after this!" I say to them and I assume they go away because I hear footsteps fading. I turn back to the boy and he has curled himself into a ball. I guess I have a new baby brother until we can find his family I think to myself not really disappointed. I live on my own so I guess I can help out this little boy as long as I can. I hold out my hand hoping to take him back to my small little house near town but he grabs a blanket and runs out the closet. By the time I stubble after him out of the closet he is gone. I never see him again after that but I could have sworn I saw a tail sticking out of his pants. Ever since that day I felt like every time I preformed on stage a pair of tiny cute fox like eyes are watching behind a big fluffy tail.
