avian mistake (tomtord)

human fun

the week that had passed since the time tord hit a tree felt like an hour.

what was the phrase?

time flies by when youre having fun.

truth be told. tord was having the best time of his life. everyday was a new adventure. sometimes they explored the forest that surrounded the house, or they took trips in the helicopter (occasionally tom would let tord fly next to it) and most of the time tord spent flying. tom would sit in a lawn chair behind the house and watch tord swoop and dive around in the air. he loved to watch tord fly.

but today was something different.

tom was taking him somewhere.

he said it was something people did for fun, no more no less. but tord was dying to know.

now they were in a car. a car! this was just exciting as when tom tod him they were going somewhere.

tord had never been in a car before. he had seen them. many of them. some of them had no roof, those were called convertibles. the roof could be retracted into the trunk. it was so cool.

"can you go any faster." tord asked, the expression of a kid in a toy store plastered upon his face.

"no. speed limit."

"whats a speed limit?"

"the legal amount of miles per hour i could go. if i go over the speed limit i would be breaking the law. i would have to pay a lot of money if i do that."

tord had so many questions. but he thought of himself as a nuisance so he kept quiet.

they stopped at this big intersection, where four big poles flashed red.

"what is that?" he asked.

"traffic light. red means stop. green means go."

seemed simple and quite self exploratory.

the car sped foward at the sight of a nature green.

it was almost midnight when they arrived. they ended up in a rich neighbourhood, huge houses and fountains infront of almost every home. what were they doing there?

the sound of loud music echoed through the glass, the bass pumping in their ears. cars upon cars lined the sidewalk.

tom pulled into the source of all of the noise and into a garage that opened on its own.

it was a very big house, modern like white boxes with glass windows. if tord could paint a cardboard box white, it would looked like an exact replica of this one. (of course this one was more advanced and more attractive.)

"were here. stay close to me. and no flying." tom noted, getting out if the car. tord followed closely behind him. there were people scattered across the front lawn, creating an obstacle course just to get to the front door.

tom pushed open the glass door and stepped in along with tord. there were people everywhere. the floor was a mess, bottles, plastic red cups and tiny small cups were there too. who needed such a small cup?

tom and tord were immediately greeted by two kids a little older than them.

"tom!" they both shouted from a distance away.

"edd! matt!" tom greeted as the two boys, presumably edd and matt approached them. tom introduced tord

"this is my chum, tord, met him in college."

tord didnt want to question wjat college was. it would disappoint tom and ruin his chances with making friends. he could also get caught like that, he didnt know if he could trust anyone other than tom. maybe he couldnt even trust tom.

"nice meeting you, kid." edd greeted. i could just barely hear him over the music.

"swell, too." tord yelled over the music.

then edd and matt handed tom and tord drinks in red plastic cups, like the ones on the floor. tord looked in his, and it was colour somewhat like his hair except transparent. bubbles were rising and foam was dying down. tom downed his already.

it looked totally gross, but everyone seemed to like it. so i did too.

halfway through the cup tom scolded him.

"dont drink!- that..." he slowed once he realized it was all gone. "youre going to get drunk. you dont think when youre drunk."