Little Sinclair (Moonlight Tales Presents)

New Home, New Friend

Sinclair could not exactly tell how long the ride was and he could barely see anything other than the cream colored inside of the sweet smelling bag he was in, so he laid down, wishing that all his expectations of his new home would prove true.

Prim and her husband, whom she often called "honey" had a lengthy discussion during the whole ride. Sinclair found that he admired how easily they spoke to each other even though a huge quarter of their conversation revolved around businesses and conferences and travel agencies. He barely understood what those words meant.

At last, the car stopped and Sinclair perked up.

Prim opened the backdoor and he looked up at her. She was frightfully tall, yet her smile was reassuring and sweet.

"Come on, boy. We're here." She announced enthusiastically.

Sinclair stood up straight in the bag, did a once-over of the environment and almost ruptured with tangible excitement. There was a yard indeed. A big green, beautiful yard with spots of round things that he thought looked like compressed rainbows. The Hopkins car had parked in the middle, where the ground was paved and cobbled, and led to the biggest house Sinclair had ever seen. He ignored honey talking over the phone by the left of him and oogled at the building. It was covered in white paint and there were so many things around it that he really liked, but could not name because he never saw them before.

The inside of the mansion turned out to be much better than the outside. It was loftily decorated and smelled just as nice as his carrier. There was also an infinity of space, and to his unsurprise, other people lived in the building too. People dressed in uniforms and walking stiffly.

"Matilde?" Prim called, going up a spiraling staircase. In the hallway after it, a young girl in clean white apron appeared.

"Yes, ma'am."

Prim handed the bag with Sinclair in it over to her. "This is Sinclair. Wash and feed him and let him settle down. I'm gonna go to my daughter. They'll be meeting immediately you're all done."

"Of course, ma'am." Matilde said.

Sinclair stared at the girl's face as she picked him into her arms. He always thought human females had softer skin than males and felt he was right as he squirmed about in Matilde's gentle grasp. She smelled like gingerbread. A little laugh came from her as she tucked a strand of loose brown hair behind her ear.

"You really are going to like it here, aren't you? You look excited already."

She arrived a big room and placed him atop a dress table then squatted to his eye level. "Well, aren't you the cutest thing? Understand English?"

She held out a hand and stressed the word while gesturing. "Sit!"

Sinclair went down on his behind. Of course he understood English, but he guessed Matilde needed to be sure.

"Good dog!" She squealed and softly stroked his back. "Now, don't move. Sit. I'll be right back to get you."

He watched her walk into a door then glanced around. The room he was in was obviously a bedroom. Its walls were surprisingly closer than everywhere else. It was painted with a bright shade that wasn't white. There was a black screen on the opposite side of the wall; in front of it were furniture, decorations and beautiful lights in encased things that looked like jars. The floor was rugged and Sinclair knew he would be damned if he dared widdle or put a scratch on it. Given the spotless environment, he was certain that there was a special place to answer the call of nature. It was Sinclair's first time inside a real bedroom and he was feeling enthusiastic.

In fact, he was eager to explore more of his new home.

Just as he wondered what the big, brown, square shaped, wooden thing holding clothes at the corner of the table was, Matilde came back out.