07 | down the river with a butz | action&dictated

[thebutz]

So I'm sitting in a canoe but I don't know how to canoe.

This was a really stupid idea.

[If you go to the river, you might find him sitting in a boat with a paddle across his lap and his soaking wet journal on the floor of the boat in front of him, pouting. Because clearly it's very difficult to canoe.]

Can anyone come rescue me? I seriously don't think I'm gonna make it back to be honest with you. I'm getting sort of worried here...

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[whichwayyoulean]

...Where did you even get that idea from?

I'm an inventor.

there are too many elipses in this post

[thebutz]

Oh, um... That's pretty cool actually...

What do you invent...?

[Curiosity is getting the best of him...]

they are beautiful things!

[whichwayyoulean]

All kinds of things. I guess my most successful invention was the Thneed.

[thebutz]

What's that?

[He's sitting by a tree now, sniffing as he wipes the tears off his face. Such a manly man he is. The manliest.]

[whichwayyoulean]

[So manly]

It's a Fine Something that Everyone Needs. It can be pretty much anything you want it to be.

[thebutz]

Oh hey, that's pretty cool... I kinda want to see it sometime. What do you say?

[whichwayyoulean]

I don't leave my room.

[thebutz]

Oh... Well is that an invitation then?

[He laughs a little. The beginning of a beautiful frienemyship.]

Also why don't you leave your room anyway?

[whichwayyoulean]

...No.

[And then it went down in FLAMES]

I want to keep away from people in general. It's a long story.

[thebutz]

Well if you want to tell it I guess I have time, I'm just sitting here by this tree.

[whichwayyoulean]

[Oh the silence. THE HORRIBLE SILENCE]

Yeah, no. I'm not telling my story to you.

[thebutz]

Well okay. That's fine. Where are you from then?

[whichwayyoulean]

...

A place called Truffula Valley.

[thebutz]

Weird, why's it called that? It's an interesting name!

[whichwayyoulean]

It was named for the trees that grew there.

[thebutz]

Wow, cool! Were they particularly remarkable trees? What did they look like?

[whichwayyoulean]

[His tone gets sadder now, more wistful]

Their tufts were softer than silk, and they smelled of fresh butterfly milk.

They were the most beautiful trees in the world.

[thebutz]

Wow, I bet you really miss living there, man... It sounds so wonderful.

[whichwayyoulean]

[Silence, for such a long time, almost as if he's gone away]

It was wonderful, and I miss it more than anything.

[thebutz]

I hope you can go back someday... You don't like it here too much, huh?

[whichwayyoulean]

...There's nothing left for me back home. At least here I have something. [People to talk to, mostly]

[thebutz]

Oh, well... Yeah, that's true. I mean that you have something here... I wouldn't know about what it's like for you at home.

[whichwayyoulean]

No. You wouldn't. [That was a bit more icily than he intended, even if it was towards Larry] But this place, it's not so bad. Even with the crazy stuff that goes on.

[thebutz]

Yeah, I don't mind it here either really. Except... Well.

[He stops. First of all he doesn't remember if he told Once-ler about that already. Second, he doubts Once-ler needs to hear him complain anyway.]

[whichwayyoulean]

[Curiously]

Except what?