Saturday, December 11, 2010

Catapulting Brooks

Brooks, the projectile; click to enlarge M and Brooks have this fun game Brooks likes to play. It's called 'Catapult Brooks'. They discovered it purely by chance.

Brooks regards the study as her domain. Actually, it's her primary domain. Because, as she often reminds us, the entire apartment is her domain. And so, when she's out her cage, you can't do anything in the study without her approval and say so. You can't move a piece of paper or put a binder away without her acting like a member of the morality police, coming to check it out and make sure it is above board. She flies onto the object in question with a gust of bird chatter sporting her fluffed-up-feathers-I'm-intimidating look.

One day she landed on a binder M was returning to the cupboard. She ran around on the binder cocking her head to the left and then to the right in her frenzy to find out what it was all about. M flipped her off the binder so that he could put it away. In a high-pitched squawking flash, Brooks was back on the binder and M flipped her off once again. Brooks is relentless, especially in the pursuit of action and fun, and so she headed straight back onto the binder. This time though she swung herself around, facing away from M, tucked her wings tightly by her side and waited for M to flip her off the binder once more.

And hence, an ever-so-much-fun game of catapult was discovered.

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