Mr. Gordo, Where Are You?
(Chapter 4)
DATE: 8/03
SUMMARY: Sunnydale is at the bottom of a huge crater. Where is Mr.
Gordo?
RATING: PG
SPOILERS: Chosen
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Mr.
Gordo felt confused about this situation. Did it call for a happy response or a
worried one? On the one hand, he did find Yellow Fur, but on the other, this
wasn’t exactly him, now was it? But, being the ultimately optimistic pig that
he was, he settled on the former.
“Hello, sir! My name is Mr. Gordo. I don’t know if I know you or not. You
see, it all started with a fairy…or actually Mr. Ethan…but really, it
started back in Girl’s new world with Fishy One and…”
Before he could finish his diatribe, the man rudely interrupted him. “I dare
say I have never seen a toy quite like you before, little pig.” William
regarded the pig with curiosity, wondering if this was some sort of prank after
that dreadful party of Mr. Richmond’s. His ‘friends’ had once again taken
to insulting William and his penchant for poetry, calling him an immature child.
Of course, he had to disagree, surely being the most mature gentleman in the
bunch, but it would not have done to say so out loud. So, poor Will quietly
returned to his corner to contemplate events.
He turned the pig over in his hands, noting the well-loved appearance of his
pink fur. Gordo felt a little dizzy and groaned. Then, William brought the pig
up to his nose, having caught a little whiff of something that grabbed his
attention. He breathed in deeply, sampling the smell of…a woman, certainly.
His eyes closed as he imagined this as his beloved Cecily’s scent. Could she
be his secret benefactor of this unusual toy? Perhaps it was her way of
disclosing her feelings for the poet. William’s heart leapt with glee at the
prospect.
Meanwhile, Gordo giggled, having no control over the tickling air passing
through his fur. “Tee, hee, hee.” He liked Floppy Brown Fur. This Big One
paid attention to a poor, lost and lonely pig SA. Even if this wasn’t Yellow
Fur exactly, things could be much worse.
William, with Gordo tucked firmly under his arm, headed down the stairs to meet
with his mother. She greeted him with a warm smile and held her arm out to him,
beckoning him closer. “Come sit with me, dear.” It did not take long for her
to notice not only the stuffed animal in his arms, but also the grand smile upon
his lips. “Why, my sweet William. There is something different about you this
fine morning. Pray, do tell me what brings you to me in such good spirits.”
Ever the bashful man, William blushed and looked to the ground, then looked back
up when the moment had passed. “I seem to have received a mysterious present
this morning, Mother. Would you happen to know anything about this toy?” He
held Mr. Gordo out for her and she gently took him, regarding him closely.
“Why, no, dear. You say you received it this morning?”
“Yes, it lay upon my bed as I turned around, but I had not noticed it earlier.
Perhaps the maid will know.”
“No, I’m afraid she took ill last night and will be at her home for the next
few days. There is no one here but the two of us.” She handed the pink puff
back to him.
This made the situation more mysterious yet. Had someone broken into the house?
And if so, that would make his or her main intention to deliver an old toy. It
made no sense.
Even as his mind told him the situation had a greater meaning, his heart hung
onto the idea of this being a present from Cecily. He had no proof but the
sweet, feminine smell, and that was enough for a lonely, romantic man.
William spent the rest of day at his desk, writing fervently. With Mr. Gordo
sitting at the corner of said desk, within olfactory range, words proclaiming
his passion and exuberance for one Cecily Adams flowed through him and onto the
paper without explicit thought.
Gordo watched intently and quietly as Floppy Brown Fur scrawled funny lines on a
page with his tongue just barely protruding from his lips. The SA considered him
for a long moment, then spoke. “Floppy Brown Fur? What is it you’re drawing
there?”
The man did not answer. Gordo was quite used to that, but that did not deter him
from trying to be polite. “Um, Floppy? I don’t want to bother you, but do
you know my Girl? She has yellow fur like you used to, and she carries wood
steaks and slays Vamp Hires. We need to find her.”
William did not respond to the pig’s query, but he did start to mumble
audibly.
Her hair tumbles to the side
I am
entranced by its glow
The blush of
her cheeks I have eyed
But never
will I show
And always
try to hide
The adoration
I cannot let grow
For she is
one across the divide
And always I
am too low.
For a moment William regarded his work with pride, a small smile adorning his
handsome face. But soon, that smile faded and he abruptly snatched the page,
ripping it in half. “Cecily will hate it. I just know.” He dropped his head
into his hands and sighed loudly.
Gordo simply looked on, assessing the man before him.
Eventually, William looked up at the pig, sighing once again. “Oh, my little
friend. How ever will I catch the eye of my fair maiden? She has so many
prospects. Just look at Mr. Richmond. Self-assured, always dressed impeccably.
He has such wit and charm…something I could never have.”
Mr. Gordo felt sorry for his new Boy. “Poor Floppy Brown Fur. All you need is
some confidence. I am sure Sess Ill Lee will like you just fine. Girl always
used to worry about being liked too. First, she thought Dark One didn’t like
her, then it was Fishy One. But they did. You just have to believe in
yourself.” He tried to sound positive, but was not sure if he was showing
Floppy Brown Fur just how much he believed in him.
In William’s mind, he pictured her, surrounded in a shroud of light and
staring at him…him…with adoration. “All right. I’ll just have to try
again until I get it right!”
“That’s my Floppy Fur!” thought Gordo to himself.
From outside the little world with walls, a woman coughed, sounding very sick
indeed. Floppy Fur ran down the stairs to be by her side. Gordo could just
barely hear the conversation. “Mother? Are you all right?” That must be
Floppy. He loves his mother so much.
The coughing promptly stopped and she replied. “William! Are you still here? I
thought you had committed to attending the party at Miss Underwood’s this
evening.” That was Floppy’s mother. Such a nice Big One. She reminded Gordo
a bit of Girl’s own mother.
“Yes, well, I was planning on attending, but after last evening’s
party…”
“Nonsense. You know very well that Miss Adams will be in attendance. I will
simply not allow you to stay here and brood. You will go to that party, and you
will show your young lady what a dashing gentleman you are.”
“Oh, Mother. You are far too optimistic.”
“But you will try? For me?”
The rest of the conversation became far too quiet for Mr. Gordo to eavesdrop any
longer. However, he did hear Floppy say goodbye and close the door.
And thus, the pig found himself alone once again.
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“No sign of him yet, sir.” Ms. Patterson reported the same news as those before her had. Harten grew more and more cross as the pig’s whereabouts remained a well-guarded secret. And the great Harten did not like secrets.
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William
sat upon the furthest seat from the kafuffle, back in the east corner of the
parlor. The day’s events served
to inspire him greatly. Regardless
of the party-goers’ terribly annoying clatter, he found himself able to
concentrate on his latest piece of work.
Soft pink fur.
Short stout snout.
Little piggy sits about.
Watching me,
Watching me,
Watching me.
Where you came from
Is just a guess.
Did she of splendor
Send you to my address?
Your pungent scent
Doth continue gleaming…
“Care
for an hors d'oeuvre, sir?” A
smartly dressed waiter impatiently held out a tray of food to the strange young
man who, for some reason, chose to spend his time writing instead of
socializing.
William
looked up at the man, happy to have a non-judgmental person with whom to speak.
“Oh, quickly! I'm the very spirit of vexation. What's another word for
‘gleaming’? It's a perfectly perfect word as many words go but the bother is
nothing rhymes, you see.”
Before
he had the chance to register the servant’s irritation, a creature of beauty
caught his eye from across the room. “Cecily!”
he proclaimed to himself. Quickly,
William switched papers and scribbled a few lines of poetry before rising to
greet her.
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The
rhythmic ticking of the clock nearly drove Gordo to tears.
There was no Box with Pictures making sound.
There was no loud Mewzik. There
was no talking from Big Ones. There
was no roar of the moving worlds with walls as they passed by.
No Fone ringing. Nothing.
Just that terrible tick, tick, tock.
Where
did Floppy Fur get off to? And
where was his Big One? Gordo
silently wished for something to happen soon.
He was terribly bored.
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Just
as Gordo had drifted off to sleep, a ruckus from downstairs awoke him.
“Ah! Floppy Fur must be
back. Yay!”
He
listened intently, excited to see his (new?) friend once again.
Soon, he heard footsteps coming up the steps.
They sounded a bit light for Floppy Fur.
Who could that be?
When
the door opened, instead of seeing the bland, brown haired man, a gaunt, pale
woman with jet-black hair entered fluidly.
She gasped in glee as she looked about the room, obviously thrilled at
what she saw. Black Fur danced
around Floppy Fur’s world with walls, her gown flowing about her this way and
that. This made Gordo giggle a bit.
Rarely did he see a Big One so happy and carefree.
But, to his surprise, the woman stopped immediately upon hearing his
little laugh and stared right into his eyes.
“Ooooooooo!
Aren’t you just lovely?” She
went to Gordo, then lifted him high in the air as she spun around.
He giggled again, thrilled to have this much attention.
“My Boy has a little piggy!”
“Your
Boy? I thought he was my
Boy.” At that, Black Fur stopped
twirling to regard the stuffed animal closely.
“Well,
he’s mine now, so you’ll just have to share, won’t you, my pretty?”
She…but…Black
Fur…the new lady could hear him! “You
can hear me, Black Fur?”
Drusilla
let out a grand laugh, throwing her head back in joy. “Of course I can. You
can hear me, can’t you?”
He
thought about this situation for a moment.
After all these years of feeling so alone, he finally found someone to
talk to! Gordo felt sheer elation
rise in his stuffed gut. “Will
you be my new friend, Black Fur?”
“Of
course! I shall introduce you to
Miss Edith. We will all get along
so wonderfully. You’ll see.
Just wait until Daddy meets you both.”
Daddy?
Both? This was a strange one
indeed.
“I
hope you like tea, Mr…?”
He
picked up on the question and answered her.
“Gordo. Mr. Gordo.”
“Ah!
Such a fitting name for you. We
shall dance under the stars and drink deeply each night, you and I.”
The
pig didn’t have the heart to tell her that he could not, in fact, drink
anything. What, with being a
stuffed animal and all. She seemed
to be enjoying herself and he hated to ruin a good mood.
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“I
think I have him pinned down to the Icelandic region, sir.”
“Iceland?
Iceland? Are you mad?”
And
the answer was, of course, yes. Mr.
Harten’s employees were all quite mad at this point.
The Search For Gordo had yielded no results and the Big Boss did not
tolerate failure.
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