Mandela Catalogue //Mark and Cesar\\

"C-CESAR?!-"

Cesar turned S.M.O.L

   I was sleeping peacefully in my bed..Well- Attempting, because something kept on poking my head, or shoulder from time to time. So eventually I got sick of it, and I sat up.

    "Who's there?!-" I questioned, my voice sounded so serious, that it even spooked the little guy, next to my bed on the nightstand.

     "Uhmmm-Hiya Mark!- H-How was your sleep?-" The little man questioned, his voice sounded like my friend, Cesar. But it was much more of a pitched voice, and he did really look like Cesar.

    "Not awesome, first of all, how do you know my name? Second of all, why do sound, and look like Cesar?-" I questioned, a lot..of questions, he tool quite a while to respond, twiddling with his fingers as he thinks.

    "Uhmm- That's because I am C-Cesar-" The little man awnsered, with a nervous tone. I didn't want to frighten him as much, since he was so much smaller than me. I led out a hand, and he didn't trust it at first, but eventually he climbed, and sat on the palm of my hand.

       "If your really Cesar, what was my..- Mother's name?-" I questioned the only question that the real Cesar would know. Him and I had have sleepovers a lot of times, and we both knew eachothers parents.

       "[Insert Name, we don't know his mother's name] Heathcliff." He awnsered with pride, having confident that he could really awnser all those questions.

    "Hmm, correct, then what is my least favorite chore?-" He was twiddling his fingers, and looking at the ground, trying to remeber what was my least favorite chore to do.

     "The socks!-" I was going to say 'Because' But he knew what I was going to say, and I got cut off.

       "Because--Uhmm- it took you literally hours to find atleast 10 pairs of socks! Your highscore was atleast 35." He chuckled, and so did I. I guess he really was the real Cesar..But, what happend to him? He's much more smaller than before. Usually, he's shorter than me, but now hes smaller than my palm!

      "Oh-Yeah- How'd you turn smaller?-" I questioned, and he gave a glare, the fact that I said 'smaller' he didn't like it. I Snickered, as he took a while to respond.

     "I-I drank a drink, that I didn't realize it was a shrinking potion, and I kind of was thirsty, so..I drank it- But it was my favorite scent! Strawberry is dangerous to me, you know that!-" He complained, I gave him a glare. He gulped as he once again, twiddled his fingers. I sighed, and patted his head, gently. Making him squirm, and move around a lot.

     "Now, it was nice speaking to you Cesar. But I have to get up extra early, so night night." I said, as I placed him right next to me. He squirmed up, right next to my pillow.

      "Do you have any small blankets by-any chance?" He asked politely. I nodded, and grabbed the Dore right at my nightstand. I grabbed a little blanket, and gave it to him.

     "Night night Heathcliff."  He whispered, and dozed off quickly..

     "Night, Torres.." I whispered back, and dozed off aswell..