I've Arrived

That is Not Yours to Take

           Egon instantly appears Gobsmacked.
"Is this some kind of trick!? Where did it go?"

             "No, not a trick, it's magic. That wondrous item you showed me is now in my bag." Vin lightly pats the bag lying against his side.

               Egon begins tugging at his own hair, his frustrations mounting.
"That's impossible, I didn't see you put it in your bag. It can't even fit in there!"

                Pulling the bag strap over his head, Vin places his it down on the couch.
"It is magic. Believe me. I tell you, this isn't an ordinary bag. Not like your lackluster rudimentary bag. Yours is rather boring."
Pulling apart two sides of the bag, Vin pulls it open.
"Go ahead, take a look."

               Egon's eyes shoot open in alarm.
"I'm not falling for any of your tricks. What do you take me for?"

                 "I take you as a sexy male specimen. Id also like to take you down and show you passion that you won't find with anyone else."
Scanning Egon over with deductive eyes. He observes the boy's mouth gaping open. Speechless.
I've certainly scored him with that one. Weren't we discussing my ultimate magic bag because he's being skeptical? Yes, we were. I'll blow him away yet again with what my baby can do.
"As much as I enjoy tricks and games. I'm only trying to help you realize how incredible this is. Go ahead and take a peek."
Flattening his ears to his head, Vin was trying to emanate his innocence on the matter.

                 
Egon found his voice after the unwanted flirting.
"Ok. ok."
Deciding to trust the disobedient obnoxious talking weasel, he leans over and peers inside.   Disappointment hits him like a truck.
"I don't know why I keep listening to you. There ain't shit in it.  It's an empty musty bag. How about giving me back my phone!"

                  Vin smiles, ear to ear. He's been. waiting patiently for this. Teaching someone about the magic of his prized possession makes him tingle inside.   Talking about his bag is as tremendous as making love to a mermaid underwater.
Mental note. Once I'm back home; Plan a romantic evening with mermaid or merman that ends with intercourse underwater.  Also, perfect my scuba maneuver.  What was the topic again? Oh yes, my one of kind bag.

"That's where you're wrong. There are hundreds, maybe thousands of items, things .. things I don't even know who or what they are, in this bag. All of it I acquired and it's all at my disposal. When something I want is in front of me, all I have to do is think or say "I want it in the bag" and "poof " it's gone. Into the bag it goes.
Whenever I want it  to appear from the bag, I say or think "I want it now or want it back" then that item appears exactly where I want it.  I can summon any item that's in there.   I can place any item in there. Anything."
His voice captures the pride he feels.   His bag brings so much joy.
"It can only produce that which it has taken for me.  It cannot create anything.   The best part of my little lovely here, it will take and hold onto any amount.  It seems Limitless.  No matter what the size, what shape or what weight.
I've been collecting so much over the years."

Pausing for a breath, he notices  Egon is
struggling with vast confusion.
"I'll demonstrate. That magic rectangle that it acquired  for me. All I have to do is think
"I want it back" and envision where I want it placed."
As Vin finishes that last sentence, the rectangle he spoke of, reappears at the exact spot on the couch it had disappeared from.

            With fast reflexes, Egon snatches the phone in his hands. He clutches onto it, while glaring daggers at Vin.

              Vin audibly gulps.
"It isn't damaged or anything. Everything that goes into my bag seems to stay dormant or preserved. It always comes back exactly the way it was when taken.
Aren't you the least bit amazed? This remarkable bag is one of a kind. In all my travels, no one else has seen or heard of a bag like mine. Many have tried to strip me of it, take it for themselves. It's pointless, my beloved always comes back to me. Shows up, over my shoulder, where it belongs."
After smooching his bag repeatedly, he risks another glance at Egon hoping the boy's sense of wonder and awe has surfaced.

               Nope, Egon is grinding his teeth. "There's a large problem you're not mentioning."
His words sounding out as a growl.
"My phone wasn't yours to take! You stole it! You can't take something you don't have permission to have. Those thousands of things you say are in there, how many were truly yours or given to you?"

                Feeling unnecessarily scolded, Vin turns to the side looking away from the bitter boy.
"What's in my bag is mine. That's all you need to know. You have your rectangle thing back, stop being a troll."

          That breaks Egon's anger. His angry scowl cracked into a smile as laughter flows out of him.
"I think our definition of troll isn't the same."

             Beaming with delight, it warms Vin's heart to hear Egon laugh. He was beginning to think happiness and laughter was something nonexistent in this world.

                 "Trolls I've met are large and hairy. They have horrid breath. Perpetually cantankerous. Unpleasant is what they are. I only met one, thankfully I was only passing by. It was a short encounter. What are your trolls like?"

           Continuing to chuckle under his breath.  " There are trolls that match your description.  Imaginary ones in books and fairytales. A real troll is something much different.  I don't know how to explain without confusing the hell out of you.  They're bad people, let's leave it at that."
His mind shifting from the subject matter of trolls.  A realization strikes Egon. 
Vin was in my backpack.  My science and English textbooks are missing.  I distinctly remember packing them up, knowing I had homework over the weekend.  This polecat is going to get skinned like a cat!

                "Vin!"

                 "Yeah?"
Nervous at the sudden change of atmosphere.

              "Return the two books you stole from my backpack, now! No back talk, no excuses. Just  do it."  

              "Fine.  They are in your backpack.  Let it be known, I didn't steal them."
               
Dubious, Egon searches his backpack.  He finds the two books and flips through the pages.   They appear satisfactory, no damage.  Intact.   he slides both books back in.

                 Vin senses another lecture about to be thrown at him.  He grapples for a deflection. 
"Why won't you let me climb you or be on your shoulder?  I don't have any parasites or diseases. Truly."

                "It's not that, I wasn't even thinking of any of that, until now. 
When you climbed on m earlier I felt your paws.  I was able to physically feel you.  It makes me question if this is a hallucination or not.  It makes something not real, seem real.  When I physically feel you,  it makes this..."
He gestures up and down at Vin's form .
"Too real for me to handle. Im afraid I've gone nuts. I'm scared I'm having some psychotic break." 
Egon started to tremble, holding back tears threatening to spill.
I don't remember getting on this rollercoaster ride of emotions.  Why is he eliciting every high and low out of me ?

                  Vin snaked his way closer to Egon's lap. 
"You think I'm not real?!"